Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The building stood tall and majestic, like a castle...
Not that he had ever seen a castle before, but it’s like he imagined one might look like. He imagined the finest dressed people wafting in and out of the front doors and holding balls in the evening. This was as close as he would get to royalty, this Grande Historic White House. Thad’s senses were on keen alert – everything had him pulling in a million directions. Cars screamed by at an alarming right on either side of him and tower after tower loomed overhead. City life held a romantic appeal to Thad who had spent the majority of his life in a rural little town where everyone knew everyone. Now, he was trading in his coveralls and blue jeans for crisp khaki and fresh linen shirts. He was full of wonder, full of hope, brimming with dreams.
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I think this would be a great story to do more with! I loved it!
"Dear Joe,
I am sorry for what I have done..."
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