“It’s pretty,” we agree.
A moment later, as worn-out wipers disperse the fluffy, perfect little mess, Kevin tests the brakes. Ahead of us, a red car careens soundlessly, over the curb and through a patch of shrubs by the sidewalk, halting ashamedly at the foot of the grumpy house on the corner.
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Gootzer
This is the reason I say you should write for a living. It is alive -- and in just a few words.
Love you!
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