. she wasn't around . i just walked down to the toilets by the river and .... i hiked around a little down there .
looking for her , and ..."
his words hung in the parched air . almost everyone focused on the word "hiked " and glanced down toward the man's feet , at least for an instant . he was wearing a faded pair of once-but-no-longer red , beat up . worn -heel , drugstore flip-flops . his footwear argued that if he had kied around near the river at all looking for the woman , he had hiked around only a little .the scorpion population alone rendered the grand canyon floor terrain ill-suited for protracted jouneys in ninety-nine cents flip flops .
" she wasn't down there ," the shirtless man continued ," i mean , i couldn't find her anywhere . can't , i...um ...was hoping she might've come over here at ... some point . looking for ...i don't know . she's friendly , maybe to say hi , whatever ,if you 've seen her , you know ?"
when no one responded to his meandering queries , he shrugged apologetically , as though his own suggestion about what might have happened to the girl since she'd wandered off to pee in the middle of the night didn't make sense ,even to him .
"don't think so ," one of the women - jules , half of the couple from sant monica - relied ." anybody see her this morning ? hear anything ?"
no one responded . she turned to her boyfriend ."eric ? you see her ?"
eric was stuffing his backpack ." no , " he said .
" she and i were - we partied a little last night . maybe too much ," the shirtless man added , grinning at the memory in a way tht caused his nose to move and the dried booger to crack . the lower part began hanging from his nostris by a snotty elasticized thread . he swiped at it as though it were a fly buzzing in front of his face - he knew something was there somewhere that shouldn't be but he wasn't sure precisely where or what ." at least i did .you know how it goes sometimes ?"
looking for her , and ..."
his words hung in the parched air . almost everyone focused on the word "hiked " and glanced down toward the man's feet , at least for an instant . he was wearing a faded pair of once-but-no-longer red , beat up . worn -heel , drugstore flip-flops . his footwear argued that if he had kied around near the river at all looking for the woman , he had hiked around only a little .the scorpion population alone rendered the grand canyon floor terrain ill-suited for protracted jouneys in ninety-nine cents flip flops .
" she wasn't down there ," the shirtless man continued ," i mean , i couldn't find her anywhere . can't , i...um ...was hoping she might've come over here at ... some point . looking for ...i don't know . she's friendly , maybe to say hi , whatever ,if you 've seen her , you know ?"
when no one responded to his meandering queries , he shrugged apologetically , as though his own suggestion about what might have happened to the girl since she'd wandered off to pee in the middle of the night didn't make sense ,even to him .
"don't think so ," one of the women - jules , half of the couple from sant monica - relied ." anybody see her this morning ? hear anything ?"
no one responded . she turned to her boyfriend ."eric ? you see her ?"
eric was stuffing his backpack ." no , " he said .
" she and i were - we partied a little last night . maybe too much ," the shirtless man added , grinning at the memory in a way tht caused his nose to move and the dried booger to crack . the lower part began hanging from his nostris by a snotty elasticized thread . he swiped at it as though it were a fly buzzing in front of his face - he knew something was there somewhere that shouldn't be but he wasn't sure precisely where or what ." at least i did .you know how it goes sometimes ?"
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