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Samantha wearily walked home from the bus stop. She was so very tired and her red high heels were killing her toes. Each bruising, pinching step brought her closer to home. Where is Ben? He was supposed to pick me up today!
The sound of a car approaching behind her earned only a passing glance from Samantha as the driver cruised by. Funny, I thought that car passed by once already? As she turned the final corner just before her driveway the headlights blinded her. She raised a hand up to deflect the light. "Ben? Is that you?" Her feet slowed as the engine was revved then the brights were flicked on. They were the last thing she ever saw. 120 word count
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