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    “Where’s the music?” I ask Jeremy with feigned impatience. His bluetooth speaker superseded my wired travel thing some years ago making him the official ride D.J.

    “Don’t worry,” he answers reassuringly.

    Jeremy’s phone, surprisingly, has faint service again. I try to call Jessica but as before it won’t go through so I send another text message. I’m not sure if it sent but an hour later we get a reply: Nick made it back to Bonneville Point and got a ride home from there. What a relief. It would have been hard to sleep not knowing his fate.

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