The splintered door lay off to the side. I had nothing left. I was 17.
While we lay on our backs gazing up at the sparkling stars in the Bolsa Chica Beach parking lot with the hatchback open, blaring artificial lights suddenly blocked the stars and sky. Behind the lights was a helicopter loudly chopping the air.
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