Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Runaways

Seen on the Brown Line to the Loop at about 9:45 p.m., April 17th, 2013

“Let’s get out of here,” she said. “The rain will wash away any trace of us.” Her backpack was as big as her body, but she was used to the weight because she’d gone camping at the Boundary Waters three times. I carried an old purse. My boots were tied with my favorite rainbow shoelaces that shimmered and reminded me of fairy dust. On our way to the Amtrak we made plans for our future—where we’d end up, how we’d afford to live there, how we could manage all that without ever growing up. We didn’t bring our umbrellas.

Lat night Felipe and I went to this thing called Story Lab. Basically people just told true stories in entertaining ways. I enjoyed myself very much. In other news, it won't stop raining here, but I don't mind. I like thunderstorms. 

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