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"No way," she grinned, sliding it into the dash. "Prepare for a time machine."

As they hit the highway, the playlist transitioned into the sun-drenched power chords of Leo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, perfectly in time with the snare hits. He remembered the first time he heard this song—at a backyard BBQ where the burgers were burnt and the girls wore butterfly clips. summer_rock_mix_best_summer_rock_songs_2000s

By the time by Jimmy Eat World started playing, the sun was beginning to dip, turning the sky a bruised purple that matched the pop-punk angst of their youth. Maya started singing along to the chorus, her voice competing with the wind rushing through the cabin. "No way," she grinned, sliding it into the dash

"Everything, everything will be just fine," she shouted over the guitars. By the time by Jimmy Eat World started

The CD reached its end with a mechanical click, leaving a ringing silence in the car.

The windows of Leo’s beat-up 2004 sedan were rolled down so far they’d practically disappeared into the doors. In the passenger seat, Maya was digging through a spindle of scratched CDs until she found it: a Sharpie-labeled disc titled