Pudge and Lara take their relationship to the next level with oral sex. \"How long has he been on thephone?\" I asked.\"Dunno. For a moment, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound ofnot-breathing, the vacuum created by 190 students shocked out of air.I thought: It's all my faultI thought: I don't feel very good.I thought: I'm going to throw up.I stood up and ran outside. Straight and fast. \"This iswe need to do this alone.\"\"No. She would have just lain with meand talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.I turned my head and looked at one of the little blue plastic chairs on its side. Seizing the opportunity implied by the new law, officials in Sumner County last week banned John Green's Young Adult novel " Looking for Alaska " from the school curriculum because it contains an oral sex scene- one of two mildly-erotic passages in the novel. But the Eagle neverknocked on the bathroom door, and eventually Takumi turned off the shower. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. And the good news is that the three assholeswho had the gall to prank us have progress reports coming saying that they are failing three classes.\"\"Uh-oh. He lived for severaldays after he was shot, and toward the end, his wife started crying and screaming, \"I want to go, too! Justhold on.\" He pulled out a thick headband. As I pulled on my shoes, Kevin knocked once and then opened the door, stepping inside. Find your way out of that maze.None of which I said out loud to her. It was so dark and so still that the tiny stream of waterseemed to roar, but I could still hear our hard, fast breaths as we collapsed on wet clay and pebbles beside thecreek. And, whatever. \"I'm sorry,\" I said.\"Eet's okay,\" she said. Our watchessynchronized, our clothes black, our backpacks on, our breath visible in the cold, our minds filled with the minutedetails of the plan, our hearts racing, we walked out of the barn together once it was completely dark, aroundseven. So if there'sanything that's ours, or anything her aunt wouldn't want to find\"I turned back to the game and said, \"I'm not up for it today.\"\"Then I'll do it alone,\" he answered. And what's thepoint, if that's all it's making me do?\" Still refusing to answer how and why questions. I know. I stuck with Takumi. On the same day that Miles has an awkward physical encounter with Lara, he has an incredible interaction with Alaska. Controversy around "Looking for Alaska" seems to stem from two pages that describe a sex scene between minors. Angry, andnot because of the bump. Andas Hank stood in the doorway, I just looked past him, looking across the too-quiet dorm circle, wondering if it hadmattered to her, and I can only tell myself that of course, yes, she had promised. titles, and I was just wondering how I could go about learning Edgar Allan Poe's last words (for the record: \"Lordhelp my poor soul\") when I heard Alaska say, \"Pudge isn't even listening to us.\"And I said, \"I'm listening.\"\"We were just talking about Truth or Dare. Walk straight, toe to heel.\" He raised oneleg and immediately leaned to the left, his arms windmilling. I went into my room, and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out,and she had fallen over. So they talked about nothing for like five minutes, and then completely out of nowhere, shefreaked out.\"\"Completely out of nowhere?\" Takumi asked.\"Allow me to consult my notes.\" The Colonel flipped through his notebook. tags: inspirational. I know you kissed her, and Iknow you're broken up about it. After so much kissing that it almost started to getboring, I whispered, \"Do you want to be my girlfriend?\" And she said, \"Yes please,\" and smiled. No. He's oldhe's like seventy nowand he was old when he married my mom,and he still cheated on her. And her drinking,always pretty steady, had definitely increased in the last month of her life. He was surely running. John Green, Looking for Alaska. When someone asked her whatshe was doing, she answered, 'I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then Iam going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heavenor fear of hell, but because He is God. And he couldn't know, because he wasn't the last person shekissed, because he hadn't been left with an unkeepable promise, because he wasn't me. The best storyteller doesn't have to drink. And I dislikedthe possibility that Alaska would give someone else peace but not me.\"God, people like that shouldn't be allowed to live,\" he said after she left.\"It was pretty stupid.\"\"It's not just stupid, Pudge. This poor Sufi dressed in rags walked into a jewelry store ownedby a rich merchant and asked him, \"Do you know how you're going to die?\" The merchant answered, \"No. The Colonel knelt down beside me and put hislips to the coffin and whispered, \"I am sorry, Alaska. Like, out of nowhere. The police saidthey smelled alcohol.\"\"How do you know?\" I asked.\"I saw her, Miles. She was really drunk, huh.\"\"Yeah.\"\"We were really stupid.\"\"Yeah.\"\"I'm spinning. I moved my arm to the edge of my bag and pushed it so it slightly overlappedwith hers. This is not fun drunk.\"I got up and cleared thecoffee table out of the way so the Colonel could walk the length of the room withouthitting any obstacles, and said, \"Okay, can you stand?\" We hadn't heard the Eagle since we got across the lake, but I didn't think he had turned around. And then through the silence and my drunkenness, I caught a glimpse ofher as she might have been. The oral sex scene in Looking for Alaska between Lara and Pudge takes place immediately before a far less sexually intimate but far more emotionally intimate encounter between Pudge and Alaska. \"Fine. And I walked out of hisembrace and past Lara and Takumi to her casket and knelt before it and placed my hands on the finished wood,the dark mahogany, the color of her hair. \"God oh God, I'm sosorry.\"\"Okay,\" the Colonel said. 'Everything that comes together falls apart,'\" the Old Man said. Takumi didn'twant any either,but the Colonel just smirked and said, \"More for me,\" and chugged.thirty-seven days afterthe next Wednesday,I ran into Lara after religion classliterally. illegally smoking while the Colonel B. illegally drank milk and vodka out of a gallon jug.Halfway across the dorm circle, the Colonel ran up to me. Miles enjoys the experience, but they are so lacking in intimacy that they immediately return to their homework after they finish. \"Pretty good,\" I answered.\"Heard y'all had a death up there.\"\"Yes'm,\" I say.\"I's awful sorry t' hear it.\"\"Yes'm.\"The woman, whose name I did not know because this was not the sort of commercial establishment to wastemoney on name tags, had one long, white hair growing from a mole on her left cheek. \"But it must have been thatphone call. Fucking Latin.\"twenty-eight days afterthe colonel made itto Latin the next morning\"I feel awesome right now, because I'm still drunk. There was pain. Whatever. We weren't sure that it would work again.But it worked well enough. Not bad at all.I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. And I feel like if we knew\"\"Okay, fine,\" I cut him off. There was one book I wanted to take with me, but I He kind of tried to kill you, after all.\"\"Yeah, I guess,\" I acknowledged.\"There are a lot of people here like that,\" Alaska went on, still fuming. Please watch in 720p or 1080p [HD] + headphones Until I got here, my only friends were the last words of the already dead. She is naked, and intact. 'Looking for Alaska' author John Green speaks out against - TODAY \"Well, not after that first moment. That's pretty complicated.\"\"Sure. Beneath anLCD screen was a small hole. She jest hit it. Madame O'Malley had a moment of silence at the beginning of Frenchclass, a class that was always punctuated with long moments of silence, and then asked us how we were feeling.\"Awful,\" a girl said.\"En francais,\"Madame O'Malley replied. Alaska's favorite was playwright Eugene O'Neill: \"Born in a hotel room, andGoddamnit died in a hotel room.\" Even car-accident victims sometimes have time for last words. \"Follow that line of tiles. Looking for Alaska. The idea of the labyrinth first appears early in the novel, in one of Miles's and Alaska's first . \"I was worried. I was too surprised and uncomfortable to talk, trying to fit this intowhat I knew about Alaska's family. Pudge had assimilated into the culture of Culver Creek, and although certainly not all the students like each other, there is a feeling of balance and unity and integration:Almost everything that has occurred so far in the story has been either about people living on that campus or visiting it. In a flash,Takumi grabbed our sleeping bags and backpacks and hid them behind bales of hay. I thought of Lewis as I followed Lara into the A-framechapel attached to the single-story funeral home in Vine Station, Alabama, a town every bit as depressed anddepressing as Alaska had always made it out to be. I'm just trying to stay awake with him.\"The Eagle walked up toward the couch, and I felt the Colonel start to rise, but I held his shoulders down firmly,because if the Eagle smelled the Colonel's breath we were done for sure. Soon we were entirely out of our sleepingbags, making out quietly. God, I'm a genius. His answer reveals how deeply invested Miles is in living a life that is exciting and memorable. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant puddingan hour. \"Jake's tulips. Is that labyrinth really worse than this one?seven days afterIspent the next dayin our room, playing football on mute, at once unable to do nothing and unable to do anythingmuch. We sat on the curb infront of the store, and I finished dinner in four bites.\"I'm going to call Jake tomorrow, just so you know. With all y'all's parents. POOF. No. I mean, you don't have to.\"\"I think I want to,\" she said, and we kissed a little, and then. When you're old and gray and your grandchildren are sitting on your knee andlook up at you and say, 'Grandpappy, who gave you your first blow job?' I knew Engleesh and my parents deedn't, and wecame off the airplane and my relatives were here, aunts and uncles I had not ever seen, in the airport, and myparents were so happy. The friends are tired of chasing a ghost, and know they've figured out as much about Alaska's death as they can. If you say so. 34 were here. To be continued.Lara came next, her eyes heavy with swelling. I got his phone number from Takumi.\"\"Fine,\" I said.I heard a bell jangle behind me and turned toward the opening door.\"Y'all's loitering,\" said the woman who'd just sold us dinner.\"We're eating,\" the Colonel answered.The woman shook her head and ordered, as if to a dog, \"Git.\"So we walked behind the store and sat by the stinking, fetid Dumpster.\"Enough with the fine's already, Pudge. \"I'm tired of following orders, asshole! The cells and organs and systems that make you youthey came together, grew together,and so must fall apart. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.Was there time for her life to flash before her eyes? \"The wittle Colonel: so scared of gettingexpelled.\"The Colonel stood up, towering over the rest of us as we sat. That was not her. Wewon't get expelled even if we get caught because there are no expellable offenses herewell, except for the fivebottles of Strawberry Hill in Alaska's backpack, and that will be well hidden. And she's freaked out, because, I don't know, let's say because if she can'tgo visit him, Jake will break up with her. But the Colonel was so focused on the game he didn't even notice. \"Well, anyway, that was dumb. The Eagle looked at me. Page one ninety-two.\" I tossedthe book to the Colonel, and he flipped to the page and then looked up at me. I gotta go.\"All night, I felt paralyzed into silence, terrorized. This is it, though.\" He poured a sip of vodka into a Dixie cup, swallowed, pursed his lips, and squeezed hishands into tight little fists. She was warm and soft against my skin, my tongue in her mouth, and she was laughing, trying to teachme, make me better, promising to be continued. One. Anyway, son, she's not in there. Shewas sober enough to kiss well, I thought. I hit the swan at a full runand felt it bite into my ass. \"Now drink.\"An hour later, the Gatorade bottle mostly empty, the Colonel hit. The kids on other basketball teams are only relevant when they come to campus. That was the worst day.\"\"Shit, you got me beat again,\" I said. Dawn was slow in coming, and even when it did, the sun shining bright through theblinds, the rickety radiator couldn't keep us warm, so the Colonel and I sat wordlessly on the couch. Neither meaty nor loafy.\"The Colonel sat down next to me. Zero layers between us. I sat down on thecoffee table, and Takumi plopped down on the couch next to theColonel, both of us wet and vaguely cold but more concerned with the Colonel's talk with Jake than with gettingdry.\"It was interesting. Madame O'Malley had left us with an entire page to answer the question, but I figured I'dcovered it nicely in three words. Like you had some monopoly on liking her,\" Takumi answered. Over and under and through all manner of trees and bushes and branches. \"I'm sorry, Miles.\"\"All good,\" I said. I wondered if the Colonel would getback by then, where he was. \"Anything, like, unusual that you remember?\"\"I remember them brochures from collegesplaces in Maine and Ohia and TexasI thought t' myself that girlmust be from Culver Crick and that was mighty sad, see a girl like that lookin't' go t' college. And her grades were good. This neverhappened to me in Florida, this oh-so-high-school angst about who likes whom more, and I hated myself forletting it happen now. But after a few breaths, I noticed a rhythm. 's familiessaying that they are failing some of their And then I settled on the books, staring at them stacked on their sides, spinesout, the haphazard collection of literature that was Alaska. But by the end of February, we ran out of charity. The way she would get sulkyand make references to the freaking oppressive weight of tragedy or whatever but then never said what waswrong, never have any goddamned reason to be sad. \"In your room? What the hell do you say?In the long quiet that followed, as we passed around the wine and slowly became drunker, I found myselfthinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. I already know Once again, Green relies heavily on foreshadowing. Lunch at Mclnedible, it read.I scribbled Okay on my own notebook and then turned to a blank page as Dr. Hyde started talking about Sufism,the mystical sect of Islam. \"June 9, 2000. Who'd listened to her read Vonnegut? Looking for Alaska Chapter 31-35 Analysis | FreebookSummary I made an effort not to exhalenear Lara as she groggily extricated herself from the sleeping bag.We packed everything quickly, threw our empty bottles into the tall grass of the fieldlittering was anunfortunate necessity at the Creek, since no one wanted to throw an empty bottle of booze in a campus trash canand walked away from the barn. I pocketed them,and then went over to her dresser, searching through her underwear for hidden bottles of liquor or sex toys orGod knows what. Don't expelme, I thought. \"Am I the only one who thinks that might be significant?\"\"Yeah, that never occurred to me before,\" I deadpanned. Alaska is hiding in the woods and she's notdead, she's just hiding. Sorry. She could pull this off,\" and he said, \"I sawher. \"Christ, something. \"I seen 'er,\" he said.\"She hit mah cruiser.\"\"Can we talk to you outside?\" the Colonel asked.\"Yup.\"The cop grabbed a coat and walked toward us, and as he approached, I could see the blue veins through thetranslucent skin of his face. Anyway, he said her aunt or something is coming tomorrow to clean out her room. How could she be so stupid! For me, the prank was just a response to aprevious prank, just a golden opportunity to, as the Colonel said, wreak a little havoc. I thought I'd die, but here ah am.\"For the first time, the Colonel's theory seemed plausible. \"I did skip third grade,\" the Colonel answered.\"So,\" I said, \"what's our pre-prank?\"\"The Colonel and I will work that out. Jake says, 'Did you have a niceanniversary?' I was lyingdown, but I did the best version of jumping that one can do lying down, and she said, \"Sorry,\" and I said, \"No, it'sokay. I was just making an egg sandwich.Want one?\"\"No thanks,\" I said, following the Eagle into his kitchen.My job was to keep him out of his living room for thirty seconds so the Colonel could get the Breathalyzerundetected. Islamand Christianity promise eternal paradise to the faithful. I began at the end, as I sometimes did withbiographies I had no intention of reading all the way through, and found his last words without too muchsearching. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it. The place smelled of mildew and disinfectant, and the yellowwallpaper in the foyer was peeling at the corners.\"Are y'all here for Ms. Young?\" a guy asked the Colonel, and the Colonel nodded. Whose T-shirts werewet with her tears? Lara scooped up a forkful of canned corn and held it above her plate, moving her mouth toit and bowing her head toward her lap as she took the bite from the forka quiet eater.\"She could talk to me,\" I told Takumi.Takumi shook his head. Figure out where she wasgoing, and why.\" The thousand-yard stare of intoxication, Ithought, and as I watched her with an idle fascination, it occurred to me that, yeah, I was a little drunk, too.\"Fun! 1072. I spun the wheels.\"I miss her,\"Takumi said, pushing away his tray, uninterested in the remaining soggy fries.\"Yeah. \"That's the best day of your whole life? Too pissed off to cry, I said, \"This is only making me hate her. I should havecalled 911, but I just started screaming and crying until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallenasleep and that whatever had hurt didn't hurt anymore. I don't know. Great day. I could see her staring down the cop car and aiming for it and not giving a shit about anyone else, notthinking of her promise to me, not thinking of her father or anyone, and that bitch, that bitch, she killed herself.But no. It feels like his specific, insulated world has disintegrated. In front of the Colonel?\" Takumi cried.\"I didn't fuck her.\"\"Calm down, guys,\" the Colonel said, throwing up his hands. I was just so tired of putting up with her drama. All good.\"\"Okay.\"\"Listen, Pudge. I had slept forfourteen hours. Or was it just another impulsive Alaska moment? I mean, as if Alaska would talk to Holly Moser. This is both of their first sexual experiences. So when you say Whos there? the other person has a slight little self-deprecating chuckle over not having realized from the beginning that they were going to end up in this pickle. His feet are so large, too large for his short body, and the new generic tennis shoes he wears since hisold ones were pissed in look almost like clown shoes. There were, Iremembered now, some wicked briar patches, but I was feeling no pain.Takumi picked thorns out of his leg. Looking for Alaska Quotes | Shmoop Um, I'm gonna go for a cigarette, then.\"I left. Bad publicity. I don't even rememberwhat she lookedlike.\"I let go of his hand, grabbed last year's yearbook, and found her picture. Drunk,\" Alaska said slowly, as if enunciation required great effort.We had almost never talked, Lara and I, and we didn't get a chance to talk anymore because of the Colonel. \"Spinning room,\" he observed. \"And she was killed. I do, too. Christ. Weird, huh? Wait, are you?\"\"No,\" I said. She's with the Lord.\"And he put his hands on my shoulders, this man who had grown fat since he'd last had to wear a suit, and Icouldn't believe what I had done to him, his eyes glittering green like Alaska's but sunk deep into dark sockets,like a green-eyed, still-breathing ghost, and don't no don't don't die, Alaska. \"I'm sorry, sir. As I sat on the concrete, my feet dangling toward the water, sheoverturned rocks with the stick and pointed out the skittering crawfish.\"You boil 'em and then suck the heads out,\" she said excitedly.\"That's where all the good stuff isthe heads.\"She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. I picked upa blue chair and threw it against the concrete wall, and the clang of plastic on concrete echoed beneath the bridgeas the chair fell limply on its side, and then I lay on my back with my knees hanging over the precipice andscreamed. Garage sale to garage sale,\" I said.\"Right. The language in the oral sex scene is extremely clinical and distant and unsensual. \"He's having a tough night.\"\"Are you smoking?\" the Eagle asked. Forty-two back. Fine.\" He sighed and left, slamming the door behind him. What's your excuse?\"The Colonel let go of my sweater, and I reached down and picked up the cigarettes. Light it. \"But first, we gotta get some liquor, because theambrosia's sour and my booze connection is\"\"POOF.Gone,\" I finished.When I opened his door, Takumi was sitting at his desk, boxy headphones surrounding his entire head, bouncinghis head to the beat. Let's go.\"We walked across the dorm circle to the gym. We were led to a large roomwith rows of folding chairs populated by only one man. He thinks I'm a nerd.\"\"You are a nerd, Pudge. \"I lose. If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane. Shewas sobbing, like that post-Thanksgiving morning but worse.\"I have to get out of here!\" she cried.\"What's wrong?\" I asked.\"I forgot! We got a call 'bout a jackknifedtruck, and I's only about a mile away, so I headed over, and I'd just pulled up. I had all kinds of super symbolic reasons for this knock-knock joke about Alaska asking Pudge, Whos there? and Pudge not being able to answer, about his failure to really know Alaska, about how her air of mystery was mostly about his just not being very perceptive, etc. You can publish your book online for free in a few minutes. Comfortable, butwarm.\") and my sleeping bag into a backpack, and we picked up Takumi in his room and walked to the Eagle'shouse. Takumi came in not long after.\"What's up?\" he said.\"Nothing. I think of Alaska's flip-flops clinging to her blue toes as weswung on the swing down by the lake. \"Imemorized the populations,\" he said.\"Uzbekistan.\"\"Twenty-four million seven hundred fifty-five thousand five hundred and nineteen.\"\"Cameroon,\" I said, but it was too late. \"You're only supposed to flirt with Pudge.\"\"But Pudge has a giiirrrrlllf riend.\" She laughed.That night, the Colonel and I walked down to Alaska's room to celebrate our Barn Night success. Can't kiss her forehead. And after a few more, Irealized that the Colonel was saying words. He was gone.With morning came visitors. The Colonel grabbed the can, opened the door, and threw it at Kevinmissing him by a good margin.\"Jeez, go easy on the guy.\"\"No truce yet. I like foreshadowing, because as both a writer and a reader I value anticipation over surprise. There comes a time when we realizethat our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually getsdragged out to sea by the undertowthat, in short, we are all going.So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action. \"I feel like maybe some of that shit should stay private.\"The Colonel stuffed a towel under the door, lit a cigarette, and said, \"Fair enough, kids. She was so drunk shedidn't even swerve.\"\"So drunk? I found nothing. Looking for Alaska. She must have come to feel so powerless, I thought, that the one thing she might havedonepick up the phone and call an ambulancenever even occurred to her. Instant downloads of all 1748 LitChart PDFs His face and arms were scratched, the fox head now directlyover his left ear. Still pissed about ratting outMarya?) She kisses you. Thank GodI have clippers.\"\"It suits you,\" I said, although it didn't. \"See you on Sunday.\"As we walked toward the gym parking lot, the Colonel said, \"I called her yesterday and asked her to cover for me,and she didn't even ask why. I couldn't afford to lose the Colonel.thirteen days afterbecause our main sourceof vehicular transportation was interred in Vine Station, Alabama, the Colonel and Iwere forced to walk to the Pelham Police Department to search for eyewitnesses. And they's flowers. So we ran. Honestly. And you're gone.\"I followed him into the room. \"The other good news is that while the Colonel was worried he'd heard something andran into the woods, I saw to it that twenty other Weekday Warriors also have progress reports coming. I liked to imagine her lookingdown on us, still aware of us, but it seemed like a fantasy, and I never really felt itjust as the Colonel had said atthe funeral that she wasn't there, wasn't anywhere. It seemed to me that nothing we might find out wouldmake anything any better, and I could not get the image of the steering wheel careening into her chest out of my But there was another ink, this one acrisp blue, post-flood, and an arrow led from \"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!\" to a margin note writtenin her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.\"Hey, she wrote something in here after the flood,\" I said. Too close to the classrooms to run anywhere but along the lakefront, I looked over atTakumi, who was running with me stride for stride, and he just said, \"Drop one now.\"So I dropped down, lit the fuse, and we ran. And she promised, I remembered,she promised to be continued, but I knew, too, that she was driving north when she died, north toward Nashville,toward Jake. Looking for Alaska is narrated by a sixteen-year-old boy, Miles Halter, who leaves behind his mundane life in Florida to attend a boarding school called Culver Creek. \"Just tell me yours so I can laugh at your pain,\" and I smiled, and we laughed together.\"My worst day was probably the same day as my best. No. Looking for Alaska Characters Next Miles Halter Miles Halter A junior in high school and the main character and narrator of the novel. It was Alaska's idea.\" He laughed. \"Yeah. But we have certainly made it easier for them. It was built, and so it will fall apart. A breeze picked up, the tall grass outside the barn tilting away from it, and I pulled mysleeping bag over my shoulders to stay warm.\"Best day of my life was January 9, 1997. I didn't even have time to wonder what she forgotbefore she screamed, \"I JUST HAVE TO GO. She hit the cruiser without ever swerving. \"Can we please wait for Alaska?\" I felt all of them staring at us, trying to understand what Inow knew, but didn't quite believe.The Eagle looked down and bit his lower lip. Andthen I watched him type the password: J3ckylnhyd3.\"\"Well, shit,\" Takumi said. I squinted toward him, the Eagle himself backlit into invisibility by the toobright sun. I rolled over as he opened the door, and the morning light rushed into theroom.\"I need y'all to go to the gym,\" he said. So hard to die.\" I don't doubt that itis, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind. \"Chips Ahoy! He had to come back for the funeral, because I could not go alone, and going withanyone other than the Colonel would amount to alone.The cold wind buffeted against the door, and the trees outside the back window shook with such force that Icould hear it from our room, and I sat in my bed and thought of the Colonel out there somewhere, his head down,his teeth clenched, walking into the wind.four days afterit was five in the morningand I was reading a biography of the explorer Meriwether Lewis (of & Clark fame) andtrying to stay awake when the door opened and the Colonel walked in.His pale hands shook, and the almanac he held looked like a puppet dancing without strings.\"Are you cold?\" I asked.He nodded, slipped off his sneakers, and climbed into my bed on the bottom bunk, pulling up the covers. But yeah. Would she haveleft Jake for me? Who'd been the butt of the world's worstknock-knock joke? Her bodywas there, but she was nowhere, nothing, POOF.The times that were the most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life startedto feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly, totally gone she was.I bought the cigarettes. We were done for. Sleeping.\"\"You can sleep after we check in. \"We have to get up, Chip. She lay on her side across two bales of hay, the afternoon light brighteningthe green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall. We never said another word about it. I mean. Where. To notbe continued. Still insisting on an aura ofmystery.I leaned forward, head between my knees, and the Colonel placed a hand on my upper back.
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