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“Cleveland?” Thom looked incredulously at all of the license-plates with that curvey Ohio signature. “What the hell are we doing in Cleveland?”

“This is where I call home, baby. Home sweet home, good ol’ Cleveland, Ooohiiiiioooo.” Annie blew her smoke out at the factories scattered around them as they began to cross the river.

“Watch out with that cigarette, Annie, if you drop it, the river might start burning again.”

“Fuck off.” Annie put her head out of the window so that even if Thom had said anything she couldn’t have heard him.

He couldn’t figure out that look on her face. It was like she was seeing something that he couldn’t. The way her eyes softened over the haze of the smoke-stacks. The way her lips seemed to embrace the measly skyline. Her smile was one of comfort. Like she had fallen into something soft and covered in satin. Where he could only see “fucking Cleveland” she was seeing home and even the trash on the highway seemed to welcome her back.