CHAPTER TWO
I left the fake World War I French restaurant, hopped in my old purple Mustang convertible, and rejoined the ugly reality of twenty-first century College Park and good old Route 1. I could’ve taken the Baltimore-Washington Parkway instead of Route 1, but frankly I was screwed either way. Traffic in this area is a bitch no matter what road you…
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