You better be pretty patient because this is all I have so far.
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The rain was pounding down on the roof of the Challenger as they made their way down the parkway. The windshield wipers were going as fast as they could, and Michael could still barely see the road in front of him. He looked over at Jane who was propped up against the passenger’s side door. She had her hair pulled up on the top of her head, her nose was buried into the romance novel she had brought along. It must be some book if was so important that she would read it with a flashlight in the car.
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The good stuff is coming up though.
I always appreciate comments/corrections.
