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Six twenty. Six forty-five. Seven fifteen. No, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. The flight was suppose to land at six o’clock, giving Clara an hour to make it to her connection. She’d be off the plane and waiting in the lobby for her next by at least six thirty. She’d have time to kill. She would have no time to kill. She may not even make her connection. The plane landed promptly at six twenty. That’s alright, she thought, as long as we’re off of here soon, I’ll have plenty of tim...
“Listen—” “You are an absolute fool, Donely Scout. And absolute, incredible fool.” “Ah, you just gotta hear me out, Betty!” She’s heard enough though, and storms off in the opposite direction. A damn fool he is. “It’ll be fun!” He calls after her, jogging to catch up. Dreary January had begun its metamorphosis into a beautiful spring. It was uncommon for that time of year. Usually the hard winter had hold for at least another few weeks. She doesn’t mind though, as she always preferred the flowers of spring...
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