“You know we have a Westwood too, full of women and apples. You’re not the first of your kind, Franklin. Or Frank Lynn; whatever.”
This f-cking planet, he thinks later to himself as he stares across the river in his dreams, into a different New state altogether. Old New to New New. If I would have just left back then everything would be all right now, he continued. But he knew that was impossible given the direction they all — all of the prisoners of his, um, New Home — were actually facing. Up. TBC
Sunklands 