the oldest gang by the tree Laslow shrugged his beefy shoulders and continued reluctantly, To wish for the security of a government any government is to take a step backwards and pray that some more of those bullets haven't evolved to chase away our butterflies too. Priscilla added, We're only a people divided by a nod. What Bud+LU don't seem to see is that our resources, our homes, and our joy are already shared. It's our institutions that partition them. They take away what's theirs, She says with contempt. I startle back to this life. The living of it a day after you've gone, after the fashion of the things that you left behind in that cold wooden drawer. I've grown a nerve or two since this morning. If this thing can float and its warm I will cling to it for days now. I can learn to breath, to forgive, and to be patient to the servants by my door. When Coronado, Ginsey, and Bleat hand over the keys, Bleat says that we won't regret it. I...