he looked at her with a questing eye. “I'm Destiny.” “Well, Mrs. Destiny,” he emphasized the misses. “Can I give you a lift?” Destiny hesitated. The wind was blowing hard, and she tightened her jacket. She looked at him. “Okay,” she said slowly....
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