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       “New car,” I stated.
       “Not new, but new to me. Look—cassette deck, no eight-track.”
       “Coming up in the world,” I joked.
       “What do you want to hear?” he asked, leaning across me to the glove box. “I’ve got some John Denver, Barry Manilow.”
       He continued to rummage through the tapes as he partially lay across my lap.
       “You do not, you liar,” I teased back.
       “Look here, Journey. They all right?”



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What would Morgan Mallory be listening to today?