Like chariots charging into an invisible battle, the cars thundered in scores down the freeway, whooshing past Jennifer's first-floor window all through each night. For several weeks after she moved in, she made the effort to complain about the noise, but eventually resigned to the truth that there was nothing she could do to change it.
Patrick called one Sunday afternoon, inviting her to attend some sort of concert at the Marquis Amphitheater. It was a metal band called Unkle, and while she was sure they probably raised a damnable din like every other metal band, it was nonetheless preferable to the unrelenting noise of the traffic. Plus, she liked Patrick, his taste in music notwithstanding.
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