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Mulder and Scully.
Gold rental car.
Desert southwest. Hot. Dusty.
Driving into twilight.
Two lane highway to the
Orange. Purple. Velvet black.
"Mulder, why?"
Something long winded and obscure.
"C'mon Scully..."
A Sigh and A Smile.
And a turn to the fading Sun
Speckled black behind dark hills.
wind in their faces.
Country/Western through the Background.
Cacti and moonlight
then a hotel.
Two rooms.
Two agents.
Two friends.
Two lovers
too far.
To night.
"Goodnight, G-Woman."
"G'night, Spooky."
Sleepy achesmiles in the dark.