2013-06-27 / General Stories
A Little Girl Who Needed An Angel
When I lived in New York, my main mode of transportation was a bike. I worked six days each week, and my bicycle thought that the one day I had free should be spent fixing it. That was what I was doing the day Emily first showed up. I was in the driveway repairing my bike when I heard her voice behind me. “What the *#&@ are you doing?”
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