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/ We were young and our happiness dazzled us with its strength.  But there was  \
| also a terrible betrayal that lay within me like a Merle Haggard song at a    |
| French restaurant. [...]                                                      |
|         I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk |
| white BMW and her Jordache smile.  There had been a fight.  I had punched her |
| boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls.  Everyone told him, "You ride the |
| bull, senor.  You do not fight it."  But he was lean and tough like a bad     |
| rib-eye and he fought the bull.  And then he fought me.  And when we finished |
| there were no winners, just men doing what men must do. [...]                 |
|         "Stop the car," the girl said.                                        |
|         There was a look of terrible sadness in her eyes.  She knew about the |
| woman of the tollway.  I knew not how.  I started to speak, but she raised an |
| arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never forget.                     |
|         "I do not ask for whom's the tollway belle," she said, "the tollway   |
| belle's for thee."                                                            |
|         The next morning our youth was a memory, and our happiness was a lie. |
| Life is like a bad margarita with good tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey |
| onto my granola and faced a new day.                                          |
|                 -- Peter Applebome, International Imitation Hemingway         |
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