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James opened his eyes and let go of Melanie’s hands.
“See,” he said. “Did you see? That life looks so … dull. Man, I want us to go places. I want to write. You have your music. We gotta see the world. That life … man, that life is just not for me.”
Melanie looked at James as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“James, you cannot seriously be that stupid.”
“What? Whadaya mean stupid?” he protested.
“Come on, James! Lane? A girl named Lane? A wife named Lane that looks almost exactly like me? Melanie? Lane? Melanie, Lanie, Lane. Get it? That was me!”
“No,” he whispered.
“Give me your hands, James. Take us back. Take us back and look at the pictures on the walls.”
James did as he was told.