I soaked up the last bit of heat, listened to the final chords of the Khruangbin track softly playing through the speakers and cut the engine off. I stepped out and looked at the overcast sky. It was a rare gloomy day in SoCal. The morning air was brisk, cool and judging by the lack of surfers bobbing in the line up, I was most certain the water...
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