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The convertible hugged the coastal road like it was part of the asphalt, and I could feel the Maui air wrapping around us — warm, salted, thick with plumeria. Carissa was in the passenger seat with he

The margaritas were going down way too easy at El Charro on a Thursday night, and my friend Steph was on a roll. She'd always been the ambitious one, the one with the business degree and the marketing