Millions of cars stood motionless on the southbound road, leaking fumes of rage and carbon monoxide. It was getting late, …. Please, just wait in your car.” Without another word, the officer was rolling forward, clipboard in hand, to inform the occupants of a shiny new Silverado. Demanding, she turned to the young man, her eyes in a wild panic. “How could it take … He couldn't see him anymore; only Rams and Silverados, their headlights flipping on at odd intervals. …
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The Wave Function Junction: A Southern California Song
