A van with a hippie era paint job drove along the dirt road kicking up the dirt as it went past the rolling hills and scattered farmhouses.
The van kept going until it came to a car dealership simply called "Dale's deal's" as the sign read. The van pulled up to the dealership.
There wasn't much variety at the dealership and it looked pretty worn down. Upon seeing the van pull up a man exited the shabby dealership building and came to greet the visitor.
He approached the van as the apparent owner got out. They stared at each other for a second. They were a sharp contrast.
Dale, large, bald and with a thin mustache. And the other man thin, scrawny, unkempt hair and a goatee that was also very unkempt.
"Let's go inside and talk shall we?" Dale asked. The other man nodded.
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Laughter. A toddler barely able to hold the Frisbee throws it. Not very far. The dog with a rustic brown coat catches it and returns it to the toddler.
The parents of the toddler, sitting on the porch both smile. The perfect family.
Suddenly the dog collapses. The adults both rush over. The toddler stands confused.
The parents both examine the dog. "We better take him to the vet, honey." "Yeah" his wife replies nodding.
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The sound of paper printing. A lady standing behind the counter at library smiles. She has a bowl cut, and orange sweater and glasses.
She smiles at the guy standing at the other end of the counter. He smiles back. They both blush and laugh.
"Now" she says handing him the receipt. "The book is due Tuesday and don't you forget this time or I'll come and get myself." He grins in response "not that I wouldn't mine." There faces turn even redder.
"Bye now" she call out. "See ya." He replies walking out the door, a big grin on his face.
She smiles to herself now and walks off to return a book to its shelf.
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Lights. "Like this?" a girl sitting on a stool, obviously posing for a photo shoot asks. She has ornageish hair and blue eyes.
"No. More like this." A man with a French accent says. He shows her how he wants her to sit.
She sat but not they way he wanted her too. The Frenchman sighed, running a hand through his thick black hair. He raises his hands in the air " I can't deal with this right now."
He storms off.
The girl sighs and stares at the plain white floor below.
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Testosterone. The shouts and yells of the gridiron gladiators ring loud as they play the sport the love. Football.
The ball is hiked to the muscular quarterback who drops back into shotgun formation.
He frantically searches for an open receiver as the opposing players gradually get closer to him.
He finally finds one. He grips the ball tight and throws a perfect spiral to a receiver in between two defenders. The receiver takes the ball in for a touchdown.
A whistle blows. "Ok that's game head on out everybody!" The coach orders.
The quarterback removes his helmet and wipes the sweat off his forehead and his blond crew cut. He begins the walk to his car.
As he approaches his vehicle he sees another vehicle, in a lot worse condition. The car sputters and stop shortly in front of his.
The owner gets out and pops the hood.
The quarterback stops dead in his tracks. "Shaggy?" he chanced.
The driver turned around his eyes widened "Freddie!"