“I guess the Eagles never go out of style.” Her brow furrows, and she turns to look at me. “Who are the Eagles?” Squinting at her, I look out at the road. “You’re joking, right?” She doesn’t answer, and I clarify. “You don’t know who the Eagles are?” “I take it that’s one of your bands.” Her brow arches. “Because you’re so much older than me.” Cutting another glance, I see her lips press together, and she turns her face to the window again. Reaching across the console, I poke her side. “I’m so much older now, am I?” A laugh bursts from her lips, and it’s cute and unexpected. I realize it’s the
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