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You know the story: comely girl-next-door can’t take another Windy City winter, so she packs notebooks full of song lyrics and her boyfriend into the cutest used car on the lot and points the headlights towards California. Along the way, puppy love catches rabies. He slams the passenger door behind him, she continues west, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She finds an open mic night in LA. He walks in during the encore. They get back together. They break up. They get back together again. They feel LA changing them, but it’s just so damn pretty out there that they can’t bring themselves to care. The shack they’re crashing in on the beach starts to feel like home.

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