“What’s the point of bar-hopping anyway?” she asked the cold night.
Ahead, one car swerved on an ice patch, causing a traffic jam. The driver on her right got out to investigate and slipped on more ice. Rhonna sighed and went over to help. Their eyes met.
Maybe going out wasn’t useless after all.
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3 opinions for Hope
Doug
Sep 28, 2006 at 11:06 am
Bar-hopping is two words. You have 56
Maricar
Sep 28, 2006 at 11:46 am
Thanks, Doug! I rely on MSWord to count my words for me. :) I’ll edit to make it 55.
Doug
Sep 28, 2006 at 1:22 pm
I really wouldn’t worry about it that much. I was just teasing you. Your story is good. I like it.
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