3. We cannot go right back, we have to stop; for neutral ground we choose a fast food joint. I want nothing; go, stop, stand, sit, here, there, all the same. I stare out over the cluttered street, but see only that spread of quiet grass with its attendant trees respectfully apart; what makes the tears rise is leaving him alone. He wanted this the way I'd wanted to run away from him, from home, from everything that never worked; now I abandon him to that desire, and cannot have him any more.
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