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" She did not her trip here this time would garner her fans. Looking at the nervous few, she smiled and did not refuse them as she said, "Where should I sign?" The few were true racing fans and were very excited as they said. "You can just sign on my shirt!" After all, they had only managed to get a marker pen from the organizer, and not a single piece of paper. Nicole nodded as she deftly signed her autograph on their clothes as Jared raised an eyebrow.

KEILAH I tugged at Ralph’s hand, trying to pull him toward the ice cream shop. The brightly colored sign above the door read "Scoops & Smiles," and the kids were laughing inside, faces smeared with chocolate and sprinkles. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones and creamy scoops of different flavours filled the air, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of indulging in a little treat. But Ralph, as always, resisted. "Come on, Ralph," I urged, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "It’s just ice cream. It’ll be fun!"

He swerved just in time to avoid uprooting the sign, but the sharp turn still scraped some of the metal from the post. "Damn, that's going to leave a mark!" Avery shouted from behind. "Let's hope Party City sells spray paint! It might buy me enough time to get it fixed without my parents finding out," Noah quipped as he completed the turn onto Central, narrowly beating Alex to it. We all laughed when my brother honked at us for cutting him off, and our laughter continued as we were the first to park in front of Party City. Dancing in the parking lot without a care in the world, my group and I relished our victory while the others unjustly accused us of cheating. We exchanged incoherent bante

The little kid looked up and around and pointed at the Flag with a Shark sign “Near this sign, okay?” Dana smiled and nodded. ‘Looks like she made a little friend!’

“Too late. It’s canon.” By then, we’d sketched nearly a dozen signs—Bark for the Park, Don’t Bulldoze Beauty, Keep the Grove, Save Our Souls. Delilah was crafting one that boldly declared STOP BEING GREEDY, YOU TREE-KILLING CORPORATE GOBLINS in aggressive block letters. It was… subtle. While she wrestled with her furious lettering, I pulled out my laptop and began scrolling through articles about the developer tangled in the Marigold Grove deal.

“I’ll touch my nose if I need help.” “That won’t work,” Tyler scoffs. “Why not?” I ask. “Your nose might itch, and we’ll think you need help,” Tyler states like I should’ve known. “Then, what should our secret sign be?” Dallas asks with a wide smile. “Daddy could wave at us in the truck,” Tyler offers proudly. “Like this.” He demonstrates how to wave. “Perfect, Ty-man,” Garret commends. “There’s her car!” Dallas’s voice is much too loud for the cab of the truck.

"Excuse me! We don't offer samples so please don't spray the items or open them unless you plan on purchasing!" "Let's go, she is one of those snotty clerks," one mumbled. "Don't you mean a witch with a B!" another snickered. "Get The Hell Out and take your stupid advertisement!" I shouted as I crumpled up the sheet of paper and tossed it at the one who had given her spiel. The uppity girl narrowed her eyes at me as she bent over to pick up the crumpled advertisement. "You better watch yourself, I know important people!"

’ ‘I know. ‘Say hello back?’ He shakes his head, ‘no.’ I sigh, people would die to have such a pretty bartender call them pretty and this guy can’t even say hello, ‘Just smile and wave then.’ He hesitates, stretching out his lips. I roll my eyes, ‘I didn’t say show her your teeth Aiden, I said smile and wave.’ He swallows nervously then smiles and waves. Well more like moves his hand about but we’ll take it. Christy smiles back, “you got to teach me some of that sign language, I have another deaf customer that comes here sometimes.”

These girls look lost. That’s all I could think when I stood in the sidelines of the last minute photo shoot that Shawn and Jose had come up with. After a short discussion with Mr. Davis and Mr. Spencer, we had decided to add some custom posters that would be put up on the outside of the building as an advertisement. There were going to be two. One advertisement was going to be for the women and the other one for the men. These posters were going to show them having fun.

Today was Clinton’s return. The kids had taken it upon themselves to transform the living room into what they called “Daddy’s Welcome Palace.” Streamers hung unevenly from the ceiling fan. Bright paper crafts dangled from picture frames. However, there was glitter, not the fun kind, it was all over the coffee table, like a fairy crime scene. And central in it all was this new masterpiece of Mirabel, a colossal signboard which ran: WELCOME BACK SUPER DADDY ...in large bubble letters outlined with purple stars and crooked sparkles.