I saw Cobra Starship last night at the Clubhouse in Tempe, which is a pretty small venue. I arrived after the Cab played (I passed one of the ones that
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Ryland sinks into one of the bus's couches, nodding vaguely in Nate's direction. He swipes his phone from the table. There is a yellow Post-It stuck underneath. He smiles and settles
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