In a beaten down sedan, whose bumper is covered with political announcements and fading flower stickers, Jessi fills in the pieces Alex can’t remember. She tells him she found him passed out in a phone booth by the Millennium. She says it was inspiring to watch the top of the hotel scream like a roman candle shooting sparks into the sky. She tells him how she had to cross police tape and fireman to get the bag he wouldn’t leave without. She says from now on they are going to learn to love.

            They drive the southern route and pick up I-40 around Memphis. They pass a glass pyramid, and then race over the Mississippi river flowing like chocolate milk to the Gulf of Mexico. They drive through towns in A...

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