Fated to you
It was getting quite late and the potholes were barely visible, any reckless driver would be sorry they had used this road as a route.
Mr Crocker had died this way–she thought.
"A-ha!, gotch ya!." Xander Miler, a 5'9 feet tall boy, quite amazing for his age, shouted, pointing his index finger at her with an unbelievable wide grin showcasing his set of missing tooths.
"Fine. You win, but only a little." Ericka Wood. Flashed him a knowing look before stingily tearing out a little piece of her bread.
Xander outstretched his hand and quickly collected the little piece of bread before hurriedly running to the other side of the road.
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