Ah, Friday. Happy Friday.
All week I’ve been starting stories for you to finish in the comments. All the commenting threads are still open, so feel free to go back to any day this week and continue the story. Or, for today…
Melvin regarded the wreck of his former car. Questions crowded his brain.
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Who could have done this? How did he not hear them? How in the world was he going to explain this to his dad?
His stomach flip-flopped. Dad was the least of his worries. What about the package in the glove compartment? He'd been given twenty-four hours to deliver it. Both car doors were crushed in and it was closing on the twenty-three hour mark now.
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