Miss Mallory Meredith's Misinterpretations and Follies (Obscenities Included!)

Posts tagged ‘Shits Getting Real’

Experiences That Pressed Me That One Night

I’m running.

I’m running and running and running. And I don’t know why I am running so hard or what I am running away from, but I actually do know exactly what I am running away from and why I am running so hard for in the same breath.

It is dark. I shouldn’t be running. It is past midnight. I shouldn’t be running. But that is part of the reason I run, part of why I take the risk anyway, because I need to defy something, anything. in my own terms.
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The One Where Mallory Walks 48k In One Day

For Valerie’s birthday, Kath and I wanted to plan something fun. I went hunting for candles in the grocery outside our gite, while Katherine searched for champagne. After much discussion and worry of whether we’d have enough to share with everyone, we ended up buying three bottles of champagne and an extra bottle of wine.

You know. To be safe.
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What The Actual Fuck Is Going On?

Laying in the sun in Eauze was perfect, but I’d been waiting for Katherine for over an hour. I wanted to get back on the trail, start walking before the sun took over and scorched the hell out of anything in its path.

As I put on my left shoe, I saw Katherine walking up the path toward me, alone, grinning.

“I figured you’d be thinking about moving on just about now,” she said. “Came along to make sure you stayed.”
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Groupings

Once I was in Eauze, I sat down at the first cafe I came across, which also happened to be covered in sand to look like a beach. It was perfect as I lay back to bathe in the sun, waiting for the rest of our group to catch up.

I was happy. Katherine was back with us. Ludo had come out a little bit more to show affection when needed. And our numbers has grown just a little bit more.
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The Leaving of Liverpool

We got up late again the next morning. I had set my alarm for 7am, but after hitting the snooze button, I fell asleep again after that. The other two trouble makers didn’t seem to care, although I distinctly remembered how Ludo wanted to be on the road early on.

Around 8am, I forced myself to get out of bed and poke the bears into waking. They responded in a slow, molasses way. We didn’t get on toward the bakery until almost 9:30am.
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It’s Just Been A Week, Calm Your Tits

The morning started a bit later than I wished, mostly because the night before, I had run into Sergo-Roberto. Roger and I had been getting ready to eat when, suddenly, there he was.

I was beyond ecstatic.
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Wonderland

Today was…a very good day. I felt as if it were all just for me.

And you’re all invited!

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