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  • We almost rear-ended a parked car, so urgently were we flashing peace signs and trying to make eye contact with people on the sidewalk. The song on the radio was infectiously silly, perhaps Johnny Cash, with the chorus a loud repetition of “Hubba Hubba.”

    You slammed on the brakes and I looked forward again, through the cracked windshield of your mother’s car. Down the hill, I could see Downtown Berkeley. We remarked on how different almost getting in accident is to actually getting in an accident.

    A tall man walking an urgent pitbull waved and returned our peace sign. The sun was setting, and I was happy to be in the world with you.
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