"I'd only been away from the 'B for a minute. Maybe two. A sunny spring day in April. First day I'd had the top off after a long winter. Stopped to run into the Psych building and yak at one of my profs to see if I could get the morning off and when I came back out it was gone. Not the 'B. My stereo. Ripped out of the dash in a clearly impolite manner. Speakers too, their neatly clipped wires left reaching out to me from under the carpets like headless rose stems.
The Oldsmobile…"
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