August dribbles - 27
We leapt from the elevator, ran, sweet meter maid still a meter away. I gasped, “Just in…”
“Bea?”
“But how?” A pink paper note decorated his screen. He started to read.
“Bea, some idiot’s smashed my door.”
“What door?”
“The driver’s side.”
Meter-maid gave him his ticket and walked on.
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