For my favorite Sara.

Jul 15, 2005 01:34

A light breeze blew through his shaggy hair. He stood, barefoot on the hot, deserted road and smiled to himself.
"nice day." he thought.

He walked to his car, started the engine, and drove off.

He was miles from home, miles from worry and responsibility. Carefree and with more than a few days before he had to get back to family and friends to ( Read more... )

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anonymous July 15 2005, 07:09:00 UTC
Lots of detail, very nice. It reminds me of a desert, dont ask why but it does. Maybe we should get a part two...eventually. Also, I still want coffee.
-Your favorite Sara

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pinkpirate001 July 15 2005, 08:25:26 UTC
dude if sara gets a story I better get a damn story. Or else. ;P

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impericles July 16 2005, 18:17:57 UTC
i'm not down with being called kiddo. that waitress would have left with a black eye.

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