Seventeen Trips to a Motel That Sold a Lie About Sushi
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The car kept better records of my marriage than I did.
I wasn't snooping, not at first. I was looking for the address of a hardware store Zane swore he'd gone to the previous Saturday, because the shelf he promised to fix was still leaning against the wall like a drunk. So I opened the navigation history on the dashboard screen, the little list of saved destinations the car logs without anyone asking it to. The hardware store wasn't there. Something else was.
A motel out by the highway. Listed once. Then again. Then again.
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