Familiar Roads

Vance

The sun is barely hovering above the horizon as I pull up in front of Stella’s apartment building on Friday morning.

I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Stella singing along to, although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.

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