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It was like a page ripped out of a novel. The kind of novel that makes no sense, but it was on sale for 25 cents at the library, because the cover was half ripped off, and only 3 people had ever checked it out, so you thought you'd give it a shot. We were traveling down a desert road, and for some odd reason, I knew I had been there before, but the memory was vague. There was no need to worry, I assured myself. We were meant to be on this road together, he and I. In this shiny black classic mustang we could never afford, we cruised down the freshly paved road, windows down. With the feeling of free air on our faces, blowing in our hair, we knew this was it. And so we rode on, he and I, not into the sunset, but into the desert, with the sky gray and cloudy, and the smell of rain in the air, somehow, we managed to understand the moment, though we never knew where we were going or why we were there.