Jimmy pulled on his Levis for his job at the landfill. Lynette clutched onto his t-shirt to hug him. Jimmy made a sour face. His hazel eyes shook like olives in a jar as he set his jaw. He slammed the door; in the ringing silence, Lynnette packed her toothbrush and pyjamas in her satchel. She jammed her copy of Hemingway's In Our Time on top and cinched it. She swiped forty dollars from Jimmy's bureau on her way out. She'd go as far as that and the cash in her purse would take her on the next Coast Starlight.
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