In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat and listened to music. Outside there were trees, a ditch, a bridge; another parking lot. It was very dark. Maybe the Sasquatch would run out from the woods. Chelsea wouldn’t be afraid. She would calmly watch the Sasquatch jog into the ditch then out, hairy and strong and mysterious—to be so large yet so unknown; how could one cope except by running?—smash through some bushes and sprint, perhaps, behind Wal-Mart, leaping over a shopping cart and barking. Did the Sasquatch bark? It used to alarm Chelsea that this might be all there was to her life, these hours alone each day and night—thinking things and not sharing them and then forgetting—the possibility of that would shock her a bit, trickily, like a three-part realization: that there was a bad idea out there; that that bad idea wasn’t out there, but here; and that she herself was that bad idea. But recently and now, in her car, she just felt calm and perceiving and a little consoled, even, by the sad idea of her own life, as if it were someone else’s, already happened, in some other world, placed now in the core of her, like a pillow that was an entire life, of which when she felt exhausted by aloneness she could crumple and fall towards, like a little bed, something she could pretend and believe, even (truly and unironically believe; why not?), was a real thing that had come from far away, through a place of no people, a place of people and another place of no people, as a gift, for no occasion, but just because she needed—or perhaps deserved; did the world try in that way? to make things fair?—it.
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Day slammed the door behind Johnson, leaving just him and his partner in the room alone. Day hit the lights.Setting the mood, Leo? God grinned at him.I want to talk to you now.You can’t always get what you want, Leonidis, God rebutted.I want you, Day said with no hesitation.The room was deathly silent. After a few long seconds God responded simply, No you don’t.I do. Isn’t it obvious? Day moved a little closer.You don’t know what the fuck you want. I’ve watched you for four years, jumping from bed to bed and fucking your way through half of Atlanta. I have one emotional night and all of a sudden you want me…fuck you, God said in his gruffest voice.Day’s body heated instantly at the sound. He moved even closer to where God was standing on the opposite side of the table.Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage and even more so, I didn’t realize you were a goddamn virgin. How many women have I seen you fuck in that pussy-getting truck of yours, huh? Day lowered his voice as he stood directly in front of God. Just tell me you didn’t feel what I did last night. He closed the small gap, not minding God’s height at all and looked up into electric-green eyes. Tell me you don’t want me too and I’ll back the fuck off.God looked down at him and Day could see the uncertainty all over that ruggedly handsome face.Shit’s complicated, Leo. God’s breath ghosted across his forehead.Make me understand, Cashel, Day whispered and slowly brought his hands up to rest on God’s waist.
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