Behold, my latest work of creative writing.
~Wherein It Is Cold And We Do Not Know Each Other Well~
"Hey there Micah," Dara greeted him as he slid into the car, bundled up against the Nebraska cold.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Fair," he responded. "And you?"
"Fair," I answered back with a smile.
"Did we have an assignment in group tonight?" Dara wondered
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