As he got into the familiar car seat buckling position – left knee up on the seat and right foot planted firmly on the asphalt, which tightened his khakis firmly against his buttocks – Daniel felt the lack. His wallet was gone. Looking at the tears on Joyner’s face as he buckled the belt, Daniel’s face reddened. He quickly crept back out into the sun and saw the “Party Muppets” van unparalleling. Daniel raced to the driver’s seat of his Forester, glanced in the review mirror making eye contact with his crying son, and said, “Joyner, let’s go get that green bastard.”
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Title by: EvaMonkey
Story by: Ryan Locante
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