“How?” Marvin said. “Why does anyone come to California, man. The sea, the sky, the air, man!”
“This isn’t California, Marv,” the girl said gently. “This is Louisiana here.”
Marvin started to his feet in alarm. “Louisiana,” he cried. “Louisiana! Holy shit, man, that ain’t no place to be! We gotta get out of here.”
“Louisiana is where New Orleans is, man,” the girl explained. “There’s no way around it, actually. California was another time.”
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