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"Your mother called earlier," continued Aunt Mary. "She asked me if perhaps you might consider going back, and go home. You know, before you get too many miles away. " Miranda shook her head. Mom does not get it. "It's something I must do," she said. "They told me that mom." Aunt Mary shrugged. "Well, I do not understand more than your mother, dear, but I was young and restless at once. Just be careful." Miranda struggled to smile. When she heard someone else say, "Be careful," she thought she was going, long, high and shrill, screaming. You may have just finished high school, only a teenager, but she was not stupid. Curiously, she wondered if Aunt Mary was a virgin, too. Suddenly, dying to know. She could not imagine that in their fifties and never experienced sex. "You are your mother tonight, the text, does not it?" Aunt Mary said through a mouthful of bacon. "Of course. Tracfone on my faithful. "She came out, and both had a good laugh about it. Unlike one of her friends, as opposed to almost everyone in his old age, she knew she liked cell phones. Get a smart phone? Not a chance. Your Tracfone have to do the job properly. And always the butt of jokes when someone saw them. ("Once, I had one of those who in another century, "People would say.) It is rare to use it only when they are needed. He could not access the Internet, could not hardly anything, except make calls and texts. On her foot, she has kept out all day, but texted a few of his friends and his mother every night. Just to let you all know that, yes, she survived, and it was good, and not bandits had tried to kill or maim them. "Do you have something on television last night, honey?" Aunt Mary, as she finished the last of their bacon. "The couple was on!" Miranda said. "There were even a few episodes lost". You know the shows by heart. They had all DVDs. But she never tired of them. Aunt Mary smiled. "You're a sweet child," she said, imitating Norton in the show, and they both laughed. * They made good time. She was already 20 miles since leaving Tante Marie away, and it was only 3.00. Every day, happened to make walking easier, lighter 40-pound backpacks, although almost one third of their body weight. If they really wanted, she was sure she could go across the country. He was in the heart of the Mohawk Valley now, and they drank in the landscape as it was the thirsty traveler. Lush meadows agitated, as far as the eye could. Corn farms dot the landscape, stalks several meters high already. The cows grazed lazily on the grass. Hills rose and fell gently, as she crossed the chest of the State. How many people who had never set foot in New York thought only as the Big Apple, the lights? As they were lost. In essence, the Empire State was rural. They entered the city of Little Falls, a kind of postcard of the place, what they think of a room intended for an old movie. He brought Frank Capra and baseball and all the stupid words of the small town American life stories. Views of the picturesque old houses and roof awning windows can imagine it is easy to see Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed, It's A Wonderful Life (you ridiculed all-time favorite movie, yet another thing to his friends its on) and say hello to everyone. She found a shady park with basketball court, tennis courts and a playground. And benches and tables. She went to a picnic table red unoccupied, a stone fell from his feet. From her backpack, she pulled her igloo water jug ​​and took a sip large, then grabbed a couple of power bars. She wore only a small amount of money. She had enough to eat for two weeks, mostly bars, cereals, nuts, biscuits and dried fruit packed. Now and then she had to stop at a restaurant or cafe for a hot meal. Just as with the foot itself, it was quickly adapt to this system-on-the-go. Piece of cake, she thought, but immediately regretted it. Cake sounded good. In one of the basketball courts, perhaps fifty feet in front of her, a group of middle-aged men in a three against three was employed full playground They were like pigs, they could not imagine how much she was sweating and gasping for breath stank to each stop in the game Weekend Warriors, probably trying to go back. "Hey, you're not from here, right?" a child's voice, she said. Miranda turned. A sandy-haired, freckled boy smiled. Videos Porno

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