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MANNY THRUMMED HIS FINGERS ON HIS steering wheel as he eyed the zooming cars zipping down the highway in the single-file, fast lane. Just one lane to the right, he felt like he was sitting in a metaphor; stuck standing still while the partnered people in the HOV got all the breaks.
Preston Whitely still killed him in the polls by running that family ad day in and out.
Manny had been surrounded by couples his whole life. His parents, aunts and uncles, most of his cousins, all were partnered up and moving along at the speed of life. He’d dated more women than he could remember, rarely spent a night by himself, but he'd always felt alone. Stuck, standing still, and waiting for the signal to move over into the next lane.
Up ahead a flash of garish orange caught his attention. The color
