
My Hint Fiction
Martel whispered, “Man, she’s pregnant.” “You’re wrong, “ I said. Our eyes drew the other's out from the corners of the lounge. Martel was right.
"Dad, I stopped to get water, my car's overheating." "Son, there's a hole in the hose." "I'll fix it later, I just need some water now."
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