Our Lyft driver picks us up at LAX and takes the scenic route home, cutting through the Hollywood Hills instead of crawling along the hot asphalt of the 405 and the 101. In the four years I’ve lived in Los Angeles, I’ve learned to say “the” before the numbers of highways, but I still struggle with calling them “freeways.” It feels as foreign on my tongu…
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