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Post Cards

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Basil Forester. An out-going guy, who loves to have fun. If there were only something fun to do in the small Village he hadn't done. With the rest of summer to enjoy before being sent to college, Bas is more bored than ever. He has few mates, because he apparently talks too much. As for girls, he talks too much. It's true, he talks a lot. He talks when he gets nervous. So, when he meets Holly, a mystery girl, light on her feet and ready for some mischief and fun, dropping into town for a few weeks, he decides to befriend her. Maybe he won't be so bored this summer. Plus, what was there to be nervous about? The more he learns about Holly, acting as her tour guide through town, the curiouser he gets. Who is Holly, why is she alone? Has she run away from home, or worse, the police? ~ Oh, hey there! If you've been on any of my other stories, you know my undying appreciation for comments. I dunno, I just like feedback. Please read, comment, vote, and all the lovely things! ~
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"I just realised something." I say, breaking the long silence from the journey. "I'm not gonna be too sad if we don't end up finding her." I speak looking straight ahead as I drive down the road, a million thoughts running through my head. I continue, "Maybe cause to travel is better than to arrive. It's actually what has happened along the way that counts; the tears, the falls and the friendship. It's about the journey and not the destination. And I know she'd think the same. So, I guess, we just gotta trust that the future is gonna work itself out like it's supposed to." I finish off and the other two don't say anything. I glance towards them to see them watch me with apprehension. We all fall silent once again as the trees pass by us, unable to stop thinking about that one silly, reckless knobhead. Friendships are nice that way, just a bit complicated

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