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August 26, 2012
I’m riding to an AA meeting and running a couple minutes late. Dusk is falling and in the dim light a figure emerges from between two parked cars. It can only be Jenny. She sees me and immediately shouts my name though it’s been more than a year since I last saw her, illuminated by even less light in a college darkroom.

“Hey, are you going to the meeting?”

“Yeah, where are you going?” I assume it can’t be the same place as she’s drinking something from a crinkled brown bag.

“Meeting. I’m drinking a beer now, but I’m goin’.”