When I went up to Ibrahim’s office and told him that I was leaving, he gave me this look. He knew that we had had tough times. “Molly,” he said. Then he knelt down and kissed my hands. “Thank you, Ibrahim,” I said. After that, I drove to Pan Pacific Park and listened to “In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel over and over again on my Sony Walkman. It was really windy. I kept rewinding the song. I could feel that change was in the air. There was a kind of magic in the night. One of those nights. It was a very profound moment. I knew it was time. I’m gonna take a chance and get out of here. I really
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