Click-clack-click hurry down the steps, with a jingle jangle of keys. Slam of the car door.
Roar of the engine, and vroom vroom vroom out the driveway, down the street, through the neighborhood.
Work is within sight.
And then - chug chug chug...chug...chug......chug......chug......nothing.
But Super Man (aka Ben) came to my rescue.
Anyone want to join the ran-out-of-gas club?
You are such a good writer! I like reading your blog, except for that slight spelling error in the title. Haha! Love you!
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