3A Chapter by R. BartiletOpen RoadKeep this. I hand my cellphone to him. Please. He seemed reluctant to take it --another puzzled look crossed his features, yet he agreed despite his hesitancy. And finally, he took me by the hand, led me to his car, and we set off without an idea of where to. Just an open road with a credit card. © 2013 R. Bartilet |
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