"And yet," Juan replied, "here we are."
"No," Juan said, tracing the flame's shadow on her palm. "North is a direction. The line is just how you choose to walk." agnessa and juan
The road, after all, has a long memory. End of "Agnessa and Juan" "And yet," Juan replied, "here we are
But the go-bag is still by the door. And the mango pits keep appearing on the windowsill. " Juan replied
"North," he said. "Always north."
It was cold. She drank it anyway.