Following my instincts along with my hazy waterlogged memories during my first night in the city, I drove toward the foothills. Eventually, I found the road leading to Sally’s home. Although I missed the turn to her long drive up to the house, I doubled backed after turning into someone’s drive, then found the narrow drive.
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