There are moments when you're sweaty, squinty, when both windows are rolled down and the wind whips sideways across your face and swirls your hair into a whipped bowl, where yours is the only old car in sight and you meet the California potholes like old friends, and you sing, in an off key strained voice, along to Squeeze's Goodbye Girl and everything in the entire world feels right.

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