TRUE MATE REJECTED
Up close, they’re bleached-out, hard surfaces with the texture of a dried alligator carcass.
Cars zoom past at alarming speeds. When trekking through the swamp, I’d heard the distant sounds of these beasts and seen them from afar, but up close, the rectangular metal boxes are bigger than a swamp monster and even more intimidating. I stop and shake my head, unwilling to take a step into this foreign land and be trampled by one of their metal monstrosities.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ama mutters. “Has Axel made a mistake or
what?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, grabbing her sleeve.
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