Anyway, I'm using lines as they showed up on my word document (just in case you wonder why there are more than seven here).
She would never be okay. "I'm fine. But I'm not in the mood to pick colors right now. Do you mind taking me home?"
"No, of course not. Let me make sure he's left, though. I'll be right back."
While Rob was gone, she pulled nearly every paint sample from the display. Maybe she should brace her insanity and let Charlie pick the color. Better than dwelling on her friend's death.
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Rob pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. This was not the way he had envisioned the day. He pictured having dinner with her. Laughing with her. Kissing her.
I'm never sure what posting these little tidbits are supposed to do. Go to page 66, 77, 99. Why? Is it just a way to get you to post SOMETHING? Oh well... Hopefully you enjoyed this, even though I'm sure you don't know what's going on. How could you? It's only 7 lines!