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Just working on the opening paragraph. Tell me what you think.
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DAlvares
Girl in the Diner
By: DAlvares
The night was sultry. The young girl walked into the diner
with her eyes fixed on every leggy cowboy in the place. One
of them would give her a ride into Houston--one of them had
to, if she was friendly enough. She might even be pretty, she
thought, to any one of them who had had a few drinks. A
little whiskey, a couple of beers, and they might not notice
the bruise under her left eye, might not notice the blood on
her shoes.
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