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the pancakes.

Pancakes all right?

Free range pancakes?

I'll have that.

Dear Red Shoes, why do we have fantasies?

It's because we're afraid if we actually do what we're thinking about, we might

not like ourselves in the morning.

Or do we have fantasies that we have something to aspire to, like hope?

Or do we have fantasies so we just don't have to put ourselves to the test?

What I meant to say is, I'm a storyteller.

You know,

one of those kids who made up little stories in her head as a way of sorting

out her emotions.

The truth is, when the going gets tough, I still do it.

I go to another place, pretend I'm somebody else.

Sometimes it works, eases the pain, allows me to

do and say things I could never.

The year's 2010.

Shh.

No stories.

Not tonight.

Let's just look forward to our time together.

Our two hours once a week.

Our precious time together in the Forbidden Zone.

The Forbidden Zone.

It's easy to remember.

It's catchy.

The year is 2010.

There's fog everywhere.

And peeking through that fog, a glimpse of a fractured

city.

Suddenly, the roar of powerful engines pierced the eerie silence.

Three insanely altered monolithic 18-wheelers

raced down the wrong side of the street, arching into a circle.

Inventing and reinventing the last thing on earth

were sex, dance,

music, and passion.

Gaucho, their leader, appears from one of the trucks.

He looks up and howls at the moon.

Music fills the air.

The

zoners

form a line.

Some of them are young.

Their clothing is slightly futuristic.

by the donors for my circle.

You need to surrender.

You need to be taken.

Going back, forth.

One pole to another at a maddening speed.

If you've never screamed out of control, you can't imagine the

feeling.

That's how you made me feel when we first made love.

And I keep coming back thinking.

Let you make it happen.

Yes.

Do you love me, Gabriel?

And shall I come with the last person you expect to find in the zone?

about Gaucho?

What happened when he saw Angelica?

The Zoners were suspicious.

After all, she could have been a spy sent there by the

Empire to infiltrate.

But Gaucho knew who she was and why she was there from the very first

moment.

Their connection was undeniable,

apparent to everyone around them.

I'm playing with the...

I shouldn't be here.

I promised myself I wouldn't come back.

I'm not strong enough.

Am I, Gabriel?

I shouldn't have come here.

It's her, isn't it?

Your wife.

She followed you here.

She knows you're here with me.

I hate sad

stories.

I hate them.

So do I.

So does Angelica.

But what Angelica didn't understand, really understand, was what count you

as. feelings really were for her.

How his feelings went from the rational to the primal.

To the place where he was willing to sacrifice everything and everyone for

her.

Bullshit.

No.

It's not bullshit.

After Angelica disappeared, Gaucho once strong became fragile.

He couldn't eat.

Couldn't sleep.

Couldn't forgive himself for losing her.

And the moon turned dark.

Foreboding.

Only one woman continued to dance.

As she danced, she began to chant over.

Over and over again.

What is destined cannot be denied. Over and over again.

Their words.

Their energy.

Their rhythms. Reaching out.

Caressing me.

They cannot be not.

As though in a dream.

As though like magic.

The fog surrounding Gaucho.

Slowly began to part.

Angelica appeared out of the fog.

What is destined cannot be denied.

I can't stand not being with you anymore.

I can't stand living the lie.

not fair to Beth, or you, or me.

So finally, I told her about us.

She asked if I loved you.

How I tried to convince myself I didn't.

How I thought maybe it was just a phase and it would pass.

But how no matter what, I kept coming back to you.

Wanting you.

Needing you.

See red shoes?

My little story worked.

Caught on.

Got inside my head.

Felt what I was feeling.

And what I needed.

What we both need.

A story is a story.

Is it?