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"Trust me, Jennifer. Just...trust me." I drove another block or two. "Why should I?" "Why shouldn't you?" But I knew it wasn't his fault, any more than it was mine. It wasn't like either of us had control over our lives. We were at the mercy of our parents, both of us. Anyway, I'd already turned the car toward the freeway entrance. I turned on the car radio and we drove twenty minutes without talking. When the exit finally came into view, ugly warehouses and the new Wal-Mart looming before us, I said, "Let's go to my old apartment first. I haven't been there since we moved." "I've gone by it a couple of times." "Really?" "Yeah. Living there with you was kind of my best memory." I imagined that, him going to the apartment and looking up at the window and thinking about me."