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“Don’t lose it,” she said.

She leaned into the passenger window. “Going east?” Her voice was husky, like she’d been shouting over wind. night trips 1989

The night trips were his secret. Every Friday that summer, he’d drive without a map, chasing the red glow of radio towers or the promise of a 24-hour diner. He never told his friends. They were busy with fireworks and keg stands. Leo was busy memorizing the way streetlights painted the dashboard gold. “Don’t lose it,” she said