The first time I wrote Shape of My Heart, I had us making out to Sting’s Fields of Gold in my Subaru.
The real-life “Peter” read it and had a million corrections. He said, we weren’t in your car, we were in my mom’s red Jeep Cherokee.
That sounded accurate to me, cuz I’d wondered that same thing. Ok switching it.
And also, Fields of Gold wasn’t our sex …
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