On Saturday morning, forty-eight hours before commencement, Adrian drove his vintage dark-green convertible out of the crowded streets of Boston and into the rolling green countryside of Concord, Massachusetts. The air grew sweeter and cooler as they left the highway behind, scented with fresh pine needles, blooming clover, and river grass. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of ancient weeping willows and white birch trees that lined the winding rural…
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