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Unfortunately, Valentine's Day was today, so it's gonna be a little late. But so anyways, I didn't actually know how to write a love letter, so I looked it up!
Classy. Freaking classy. This man could give Anthony a run for his money. (read it here, I insist.)
But so anyways, I hope that helps someone out.
Valentine's aside, please excuse this week's post. I'll try harder next time.
Also, at the end of the year, I think I'll try and organize these into something bearable for you (and for me, too).
Prompt: --
Vocab: oblique, oblivious, ominous, orthodox, ostracize
Commonly Confused Words: quite/quiet/quit
Grammar Focus: parallel structure (in any form)
Isaac Bade-
Apparently one of the volunteers had recently quit, so it took a little extra time, but before long, Ava was finished, and we were loading my bike into the back of her mom's orthodox Subaru, using the trunk door as an umbrella until we hopped in the car ourselves. We sat quietly for a minute, watching rain pound on the windshield, before Ava started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Now," she said, "I haven't been to your house since like the sixth grade. Prize if I get it on the first try?" I laughed a little, nodding. She turned on the radio, smiling. "Yesssss...."
It had rained a lot lately; the road was slippery and ominously unabsorbent. ((why isn't that a word? that should definitely be a word.)) As we were turning into the neighborhood, a car going the other way swerved slightly, then suddenly, quite unpredictably out of its lane, taking an oblique path directly for us. I gasped and Ava slammed on the breaks, and the car managed to right itself barely, sloppily, before driving away. We both watched through the mirror as the car drifted back and forth, back and forth, as it drove away.
"Oh my god," Ava said, "I think they were drunk! And if not, what a completely oblivious driver. People like that should be ostracized...." I was gripping the door handle, staring through the mirror. Faintly, I put two fingers to my jaw, feeling for my pulse.
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