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THERE WAS A MOTH on the windshield as they headed back. They were going forty miles an hour; its wings were quivering…Still, stubbornly, it clung…
- What are you doing? she said.
Keck had pulled over and stopped. He reached out and pushed the moth a little. Abruptly it flew into the darkness.
- Are you a Buddhist or something?
- No, he said. I didn't know if it wanted to go where we're going, that's all.