The orange, of course, said nothing.
Fun, the avocado had said that long-ago night the banana had perished, but it had been less like fun and more like mania as the weeks had passed, and Gary sensed that he was crossing a line, a line that would be forever behind him if he went through with it tonight.
But he had put too much effort in, too much of himself into this to turn back now.
He stood looking at the city sprawled below, the myriad tangle of lights, the faint sound of humanity on a Saturday night, pumping music and squealing tyres.
The Killers had the right of it, he decided. Everyone had to be lost for the battle to be won, and no one knew it better than he, the Avocado Soldier.
There were four reservoirs after this one.
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Five hours later, he was driving back through th
