The percussive pop of tires; the screech of hot metal on asphalt: a cacophonic symphony as the road block did its job @130story
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The percussive pop of tires; the screech of hot metal on asphalt: a cacophonic symphony as the road block did its job @130story
clenching, grinding her teeth into the tin foil didn't bother her, but she knew how many people would cringe. she was still alone. @130story
Quietly assessing her opponent, Jane lightly settled the foil in her gloved hand, adrenalin rising, poised and ready to fence. @130story
She planned to spend Christmas day alone, being self indulgent, feeling sorry for herself. He, on the other hand, had other ideas @130story