Wanda and I left campus at about twelve-fifteen. We stopped at a Chick-Fil-A in Greenwood for lunch. This
became a tradition from then on whenever we made the trip
together. The three-hour drive gave us plenty of time to catch up
on each other’s life.
“Are you and Tim official now?” Wanda asked.
“Nope. We’re still just friends.”
“You sure don’t
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