I leaned on the shovel and sighed. I was finally done. My phone started to alarm, so I pulled it from my pocket to find out why. After flipping past an ad for bloodstain-proof tennis shoes, I found tomorrow's forecast warning of heavy precipitation. I groaned and, after throwing a tarp over my motorcycle, headed inside for the nice, warm bowl of chicken noodle soup I'd been dreaming of throughout the grueling task that was shoveling my driveway.
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Cerita PendekI have a class that demands I write a story according to a prompt every week and I'm behind, so I figured posting them on here might help encourage me to get my shit done. I've already finished and turned in weeks 1 and 2, so we're skipping those. ...
