Chapter18

Louise Baston 1.3k words

 

"Next Tuesday, are you doing anything?" Joel said as he gunned out of the parking space, tires squealing as he spun the car out of the bay backwards, flipping it into forward motion. "We both have the day off."

"It's wet, Joel," I criticized. "Drive safe. But I dunno. Me...

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