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I get my bike out to ride to Santa Monica, navigating the ever-present traffic on the way to the address I know by heart. The property’s a house with ocean views—three bedrooms, white stucco, sunshine for days. When I get there, Jacob’s leaning against his car. “Nice of ‘em to let you come see the place again,” my friend comments. I pass him to get to the door