Monday, September 6, 2010

Middle Of A Story

This is the middle of a story I don't know the start or end to:
I sat in the car, debating whether or not to go talk to Ann about our argument. Her door opened and out she came, looking directly at me. But, before I could convince myself to just drive away, she waved at me. I hesitantly waved back and got out of my car to meet her.
"Look, I'm sorry I-"I tried to say, but she interupted me saying,"It is totally ok. I understand."

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