When I came home from work I saw Junie on the corner, nervously clutching a water bottle by the burnt out wreck of a van. (Lisa had texted earlier to say a van was on fire down the block).
I stopped and asked her what was up, and she said she wanted to give the van driver the bottle but was too scared. I walked back with her and he gratefully took my little Good Samaritan's gift. Through tears he said he was driving, the engine knocked, and then flames came out of the hood. May your weekend start better than his.
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