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in the car|04.16.03 For a second, and all at once, it smelled like chicken quesadillas and apple shampoo, sweaty palms and fumbled words, caramel frappuccinos and glitter reflecting the afternoon sun, making sure we knew all the words to Surf Wax America and pink gum. It smelled like red and black and making out at stoplights, and then it was gone. |