Silence

“Well, since we’re walking the whole trail, can we each tell things about ourselves that we don’t know about each other.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Come on, don’t be a sour patch kid.”

“I’m going to ignore that.”

“Fine, I’ll go first. I have this weird thing that when I see bare feet, I count toes. Like there has to be five toes per foot, and I haven’t been surprised yet, there’s always been five. But I dread the day I see, say six or maybe even four, you know?”

“I really don’t. That’s pretty weird. So you want to say weird things about each other or just things we don’t know. Because you should know that having a foot fetish is gross.”

“It’s normal, actually. Your brain has mixed signals with your sex signals and stuff. But honestly, I don’t have a foot fetish. I just count toes. Your turn.”

“Umm… I don’t know. I kind of just want to walk.”

“Here, I’ll help you. You know what I didn’t know about you until today?”

“What?”

“That you had a tattoo on your waist.”

“Ugh. Don’t be nosy.”

“What! What is it? I really couldn’t tell.”

“Be quiet the whole trail, and maybe I will show it to you.”

“You know you won’t. Come on.”

“No.”

“Fine, I’ll go again. I like the night better. The way the sun illuminates everything is tacky. Like I look at my hands and they look like bloated sausages. Everything at night has so much more magic. The moonlight, the stars, and the streetlights light up everything tactfully, even creatively. Plus, it’s hot during the day.”

“Maybe you should have come here at night then. The only magic happening then would be you disappearing into that ravine over there.”

“Ha ha, didn’t know you had a sense of humor. Nice, that’s one. My turn again, I guess. When I was born, I was purple from not breathing and they had to dislocate my arm to take me out of my mom. Then I was in an incubator for like weeks or a month. Something like that. I was like a baby chick.”

“Baby chicks aren’t purple. But I didn’t know that. Your poor mom.”

“What if I ask you a question, then”

“If I answer will you be quiet?”

“I mean, I can try but isn’t this fun?”

“No.”

“What’s your middle name? I don’t know that about you.”

“Oh no way, I hate my middle name.”

“Eleanor.”

“Ha. No.”

“Eliza.”

“No.”

“Elsa.”

“Ew no.”

“Estefano.”

“That’s a guy’s name.”

“Hey, girls can have guy names. Like I know an Alex guy and an Alex girl.”

“Who cares. And stop asking.”

“Elvira.”

“No.”

“Erika.”

“God no.”

“I’ll get it. Let me think about it some more. Do you know what lucid dreaming is? I’ve been practicing it and it’s pretty crazy. So I looked it up and to master it you have to like do stuff during the day that when you’re sleeping your body does it too. Like you can write the letter E on the palm of your hand and check it all day. Oh it’s still there. Oh it’s still there. Oh it’s still there and when you’re dreaming and you check and the E isn’t there you will become lucid. Boom.”

“What if you do see the E though?”

“Uh I don’t know. And you know some people use lucid dreaming to live out sexual fantasies.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah some people talk to him too. It all depends on the person.”

“We should go through the shorter route.”

“Wow, tired of me already huh.”

“No, I just really need to use the bathroom.”

“Go here, I’ll cover you.”

“No. Just hurry up.”

“Okay but before we leave at least tell me something, Emma.”

“It’s not Emma.”

“Emily.”

“No. Stop it.”

“Seriously, go right here. I want to see your tat.”

“Stop.”

“Fine, I’ll be quiet. Look there’s an eagle”

“Where?”

“Your tattoo.”

“Okay, fine. I’m pregnant. Happy?”

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