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on I-25. I did not turn on the radio.
I gripped the wheel harder than I needed to. I passed the exit for my old college. I passed the diner where Vanessa and I used to split pancakes.
I did not slow down for either. By the time I hit Broomfield, I had stopped saying fine out loud. By Westminster, I had stopped saying it in my head.
I got home to my condo continue reading …
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