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i caught a ride with you in your school bus van, escaping for a reason unclear.
we rode along serpentine paths in a different season, not talking as if i was unaware of what i was doing and you were preoccupied. you stopped at a beer distributor and my judgment was shamefully quieted as you stayed seated and i watched you reach down for a jar of some kind of health powder. wordlessly, you unscrewed the lid and scooped out two tablespoons and swallowed the dry substance without water. a friend of yours approached your open window and i could see he had a tumor on his chest, perhaps a thyroid goiter.
we drove on and you pulled into a small, clean garage. i asked if you were going back later to where you started and you told me at 2:00. so i decided to stay and take a nap. you left the radio on for me. some kind of talk show. i closed my eyes, but moments later, someone came in, i think it was your wife. she had to get a little paper from the dash. i read it. it said something about a cure and that's when i realized you were dying.
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