Hail

One day I saw an old blue Beetle, just like the one Debbie drives. I'd never known how many there were. Then I saw them everywhere.The number plate was hers, I was sure! I looked, but I couldn't see the driver because of the sun on the windscreen.Then I saw that one letter of the number plate was different.I shook and the blue stones of the gutter rushed at me as the chat, chat of the beetle faded.

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