Old Friends
It’s before the days of Uber in Los Angeles. I’m in grad school. I have gone to a weird art party in an abandoned building downtown, because of course I have. I want to leave, because of course I do, but I’m afraid to walk the several blocks to my car. I call Jamie. She p…
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