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And Now You're On Your Way

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Someone told you long ago, the more you think, the less you know.

You know it's true for you.

You procrastinate and push it back, again and again, making plans of how, the arguments, your points, the reasons. Everything jumbling in your head, scrambling out black and blue onto scraps of paper that burn as fast as magnesium.

Your brother opens one hazel eye next to you, sprawled out in the back, legs spread wide on the leather, hands dangling high on his thighs. Familiar as the Minnesota skyline. Turns his head to the side, gives you that face. He knows you're thinking about something, chewing it over, unable to spit it out, too stubborn to share. He doesn't know what. Its Winchester code: don't ask, don't tell. You don't think about having to unlearn all those rules when you leave. How you'll have no space for them in your life, after almost eighteen years of breathing, living, fighting and following them.

It occurs to you in a truck stop in Maine that if you count across the atlas you're thirteen states away from where you want to be next season.

You're better off chasing the sun.

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Preseries. Sam pov.

Song Inspired By: 13 States by Michael Meanwhile