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Meltdown on Highway 101


โ€œWhy the third person?โ€ Natalia asked as she turned into the final rest stop of the evening.

โ€œWhy do you care?โ€ Hector said as he threw his cigarette out the window to light another.

The fog outside was heavy and the sidewalk lights painted the car in the nucleus of a mustard-colored cloud instead of revealing the sidewalk. The density matched the growing tension between them, a haze of smoke mapped in beautified clarity and giving life to dream vapors while veiling precepts born in the composition of clouds.

โ€œThey should call this stop butter,โ€ she said as she reached for the ice chest in the backseat to grab a beer.

โ€œI donโ€™t know. Seems a little cotton candy-like to me,โ€ he said looking up at an absent sky through the sun-roof.

Natalia took a few swigs before taking her dress off as Hector busied himself rolling a joint.ย  Sliding next to him and laying her head on his shoulder she whispered, โ€œIโ€™m kinda curious what butter and cotton candy taste like together.โ€