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June 19, 2009
I walked outside to see Teri's tan sedan in front of the mailbox, waiting. She called to let me know she was there.
"Hey," I said, getting in.
"What's up?"
We drove out of the subdivision and into the night the long way because there was a crash at the usual exit. I remember hearing it from the living room, that metallic clunking sound. We met Teri's friend Rochelle, who I met a few years ago. She was in town after living in Ukraine with the Peace Corps. She was fresh and more refined...pleasantly excitable over beers in Ypsi.