6
Sarah
I shade my eyes, looking at the late morning sun set high above the unforgiving desert landscape. They say that Los Angeles is supposed to be a desert, but this area outside Vegas is truly something else. Other than the little shack where Dee and Dwayne are paying the dune buggy owners, there is nothing for miles and miles. Every direction is just sand fading up to the sky; I can see faint shimmers of the intense heat rising if I look for more than a few seconds.
“Jesus,” Mellie grunts, pulling at her black t-shirt. “Why does anyone even live out here?”
Looking her up and down, I grin. “I think most people aren’t out here in leather pants.”
“Well, most people can suck it.” Mellie pulls a face. “Say, you got that sunscreen? I feel like I need another layer of protection…”
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