Payola

After that Ed Sheeran song comes on the radio again, that song about somebody's mother maybe? comes on yet again, too. A fine mist spatters the dirty windshield of the van, making the streetlights and stoplights shatter and sparkle into a million dusty, glittering shards.

"That is the second song I've heard twice in less than two hours," I tell Katie, who doesn't even look up from her phone.

"Pay to play," she says, disinterestedly.

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