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"Where are we going?" I asked him, peering out of the car window.
"You'll see. " he grinned, his eyes flickering to the rear view mirror to look at me and back to the road.
I grunted in response.
"We're here," he said, 15 minutes later.
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Short StoryTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
