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  • The song changed to one I didn’t like. My right hand glided from the stick to the presets. It paused, considering the choices. My ring finger decisively pressed four. Commercials. My index quickly hit three. My hand instinctively moved back to downshift to first as we pulled up to a stoplight. “What might’ve been lost…” the singer’s pleas spilled out of the speakers. I turned down the volume slightly, and, after the light changed, reached for the gear to shift to second. I considered the song. I knew it well. He repeated, “What might’ve been lost…” slightly louder this time. My fingers glided over the buttons and my pinky slowly pushed in six, cutting off the singer before he could get the words out again. A song with a guitar was playing. I didn’t know it.

    “Awww go back! I love that song.” Jane said looking at me. We came to anther red. I reached for the stick, my left foot pushed in the clutch and my right hand shifted back to first. My hand slid back to the dash.

    “I like it too,” I said, my right hand dancing over the buttons. I pressed one with my index finger. A song came on but I couldn’t pick it up before my pinky hit four. More commercials. My ring finger pressed three reluctantly. The song she wanted came back on. I recognized where it was. I knew it was close to being over.

    “Now we’ve missed it,” she looked at me through sad eyes.

    “I’m sorry. You can play it on my phone. I have that version and a live one that’s even better.”

    “There’s something so nice about hearing it on the radio though.” she was still looking at me. “It’s serendipitous.”

    “That’s true,” I agreed. “I just always like to know what else is out there.”
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