Magnesium Mouth

This is Hallie. She is my favorite American, and  a great writer.

I hope she visits again soon.

Written

I added a new section to the menu on the left side. Written will be a place where I dump anything I write and don’t really feel it has a place. Most of it is pretty random, but I felt like some of it could be of interest to whoever reads this blog. Take it for what it is, because it’s usually just spur of the moment jumbled thoughts. 

Oh, and yes, all guys from Ontario are super ‘emo’. Haha.

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It was an afternoons drive away is what I had been told. 

 

‘Wait till the morning and leave just after noon, that way you can stop for lunch at the old diner off the highway. They have the greatest french toast.’

 

Blah.

 

‘From there on out it’s smooth sailing. A good old fashioned country drive. The mountains to the West look stunning at that time of day. Beautiful really.’

 

I decided to leave that night, once the sun had set, and the air had cooled. The thought of french toast, and the idea of a ‘good old fashioned country drive’ made my stomach turn anyways. I wanted out of there, and fast. The last few days, and the reminder of why I had ended up here in the first place, was enough to never want to see this town again.

 

Plus, the longer I waited, the longer it was until I got to her…

 

 

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She looked at me with her marvelled eyes, the type of stare a baby gives when it realizes just how big of a world it’s now apart of.

 

‘What’s next for us?’ I ask.

 

‘What’s next for me?’ she replied.

 

And with that, as I watched her leave, I knew that the long bottom lining of the back of her oversized jacket was the last I would ever see of her.