So one night, we went to In-n-Out Burger to get some dinner. I always thought they had the best burgers in town. Kurt drove the car, and I was gingerly snapping pictures of the cyclists in my rearview mirror. I was trying not to think about the blue door. It happened so long ago, but still it was ever present in my mind. It was a hot Californian summer day, but still, I shivered. I remember that night like it was yesterday. Sitting underneath the tree, by the lake, talking about everything and nothing, and then...
I shivered again, and tried to shake it off. I pulled my bald skinhead wig over my blond hair. It was time to roll.
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