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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 336575" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>...........Okay writers.................</p><p></p><p>She packed her bags amidst tears of anger and longing. No one really knew what was in her heart as she reached the terminal. How could anyone really know what is in a womans heart? She sat thoughts spinning, not coherent of anything around her until the PA system called her bus number. Her lucky number she thought. She kept the stub in her coat pocket and jokingly said "Maybe I'll use that number on a lotto ticket when I get to Vegas. My luck is going to change." </p><p></p><p> Raising her foot to the anti-skid platform on the Greyhound bus it almost seemed like a metaphor. No more skids in life. This was the first step to her new beginning. Gripping the safety rail it was almost poetic as she lifted herself into the mighty vehicle that would carry her to freedom and new beginnings. As she rounded the top of the stair she........</p><p></p><p>(next)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 336575, member: 4964"] ...........Okay writers................. She packed her bags amidst tears of anger and longing. No one really knew what was in her heart as she reached the terminal. How could anyone really know what is in a womans heart? She sat thoughts spinning, not coherent of anything around her until the PA system called her bus number. Her lucky number she thought. She kept the stub in her coat pocket and jokingly said "Maybe I'll use that number on a lotto ticket when I get to Vegas. My luck is going to change." Raising her foot to the anti-skid platform on the Greyhound bus it almost seemed like a metaphor. No more skids in life. This was the first step to her new beginning. Gripping the safety rail it was almost poetic as she lifted herself into the mighty vehicle that would carry her to freedom and new beginnings. As she rounded the top of the stair she........ (next) [/QUOTE]
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