David Snell
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“Ronnie Lee?”
Mentally, the boy winced at the name his mother still called him. He was 17, after all. He’d told his mother and father and sister and any one else who’d listen that he was now “Ron.” It was cool and simple, not buttoned-down like “Ronald,” his given name.
David Snell
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As soon as she let the boy in the car, Claire knew she’d made a mistake.
“I…I’m Claire,” she said to the hitchhiker, holding out her hand.
He looked much larger sitting beside her. Seconds before, he’d appeared at the edge of her beams. A lone figure, half-crouched with his thumb stuck out. She [...]
David Snell
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Long shadows dapple the end of Badham Lane.
“Why did you bring me here?” The girl whispers.
“Good place to talk . . . get to know each other.”
“Oh.” Silence creeps into the parked Chevy. “Danny, are we still going to the movie?”
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