By Iola Foxx (Based on a true story)
Being stuffed into the back seat of a car at night isn’t especially entertaining. Thick fog only offered a view of oncoming headlights, and it was too dark to read. One hope left…
“I’m booooooored! Can we do something? Pleeease?”
“Fine!” My brother shot me a dark glare. “I spy a car. Guess the model.”
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Road Trip
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