(this is just the start of a much longer tale and while it’s a bit light on the incest part, that is most definitely upcoming!)
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The drive home took me down the California coast. I could have taken the grapevine and been home a bit faster, but then I would have had to endure the seemingly endless barrage of farmland and the putrid smells that go with them. At least the coastline was beautiful to look at and vaguely interesting to drive.
Plus driving the grapevine reminded me of Nora, my recently ex-girlfriend of six years. She and I drove up north at least once a year to visit her aunt when we were in high school and we took that route every time. Any memory of her, even something as boring as driving through the central valley, still stung even though it had been nearly five months since our breakup, but six years is a significant amount of time, especially since they were the six years between age 16 and 22, some pretty damn pivotal years.