Seventeen and beautiful.
She remembered home as only degrees of summer. Entire afternoons devoted to a single green apple, the swirling clouds in glass jars of water that always resolved themselves in purples with each dip of her brush. Ben, the teenage drag race casualty, with his slow suited way and sudden smile or Albert, the teenage drag race champion, always in a different nice shirt that never fit right. They'd both stop by without anything much to say but a whole lot of questions if and when they'd ever chance upon each other.
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The first time I heard that song was in the back seat of Eric's van. We were on our way to Denny's and I don't remember who exactly was with us. But I do remember the lights on Genesee Street, and deciding it was the best song I had ever heard because everything always sounds better when Eric is driving.
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The first time I heard that song was in the back seat of Eric's van. We were on our way to Denny's and I don't remember who exactly was with us. But I do remember the lights on Genesee Street, and deciding it was the best song I had ever heard because everything always sounds better when Eric is driving.