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Occasionally, the boy would wander. He had a penchant for getting lost and this was something he liked to take advantage of, at times.

On this particular day, the boy loaded some clothes in a duffel bag and got in his car. He drove. And then he drove some more. Then he stopped and rested by the side of the road. When he woke up, he drove some more. He made a right and continued driving. Eventually, he found himself in a large city. There he parked his car in a garage and walked to the closest bus stop.

It was at the bus stop that he met a girl.

"What city is this?" he asked.

"Philadelphia," she replied.

"Ah," he said. "The Garden State."

She laughed and he liked her laugh. When the bus came they got on and sat together. They talked for a long time and then the bus stopped for the night and they got off and talked some more. They walked and talked. Eventually, they made it back to the girl's place and she asked the boy if he wanted to come up. He told her no, that he had to find his way back.

"No," he said. "I have to find my way back."

Walking back to the parking garage, he tripped and fell to the stars.