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No happy endings • Inside Story
It was in 1951, when I was about to turn thirteen, that I rode up the Californian coast from Los Angeles to San Francisco with my stepfather. For some reason my mother had gone ahead and we were to meet her there. Cars — even fancy ones like my stepfather’s…
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