A car was coming down the long, dead end street.
He swore under his breath, and went off.
He didn't want anyone to see him here, not on this night.
** **
The car pulled up to the house. Joe still did not hear, as wrapped up as he was on the life that had been lived inside to the house.
He didn't hear the knocking, either.
It was only when Joe turned around to a person standing in his mother's kitchen that he
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Rowena -- I'm here to bookmark "Burning Lines." I'll be back to check out the archives and catch up.
Thanks so much for visiting "This Side of Paradise."
Eleanor sends a very sincere: "Please come back, anytime."
-- Geoff (and Eleanor)
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