Dirty Paws

I looked up at don and he motioned out the window, in the driveway was a taxi with its diver sitting on the hood. i hugged don and began to head for the door until i heard him shout something at me as he came running after me.

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Changes (for Noel Ari Hayes)

Wesson was a small town so there was no taxi to take me, but it didn't matter; it may have been three years since i was home, but, somehow, i still knew the way. everything just seemed so familiar.

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A day at the office

As he approached, some soldier was spraypainting the sign. putting orange blotches on the front and rear of the picture, giving it the same paintjob the civilian taxis wore.

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A simple story I ( 18/22 )

The evening was quiet and the weather warm enough even for the taxi passengers, who had opened the windows to enjoy the fresh air, much nicer to them than the dry cold provided by the ac.

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Darker Side of Light (1)

Jo smiled and saw a taxi raising his hand up try to get the cab to stop.

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The New Machine

Water taxi for transportation through other ports or to another area in this sector. u-boats are one of the defenses to eliminate virus or fixes glitches. it was a program found in germany.

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Hunting the Visitor

Small cars bustle about, mostly taxis looking for people to ferry for cash. instead of taking one, i simply turn and begin walking. my destination is not in the city; it is in the mountain forests.

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040 - Proxime Pt.08

Just call that my taxi fee to get you mugs here. butters rolls their eyes as they're handed their meal box. the monsters find themselves in a little public park, just outside of the supermarket at hydson green.

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I'm in Deep Sh!t Chapter 1

I had no idea where this was or how to get there, but i waved down a taxi when i got back up to the city down by the projects. "are you ok buddy you look like you been through hell?"

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Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 2)

The taxi driver parks away from the hotel on my request, so that the concierge, or maître d' or whatever they are called, doesn't see me arrive in a lowly cab.

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Preparations

The engine started, the stewards presented the in-flight safety speech, and he felt the plane taxi-ing to the runway. instinctively, his hands gripped the arms of the seat.

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Comforting Bed Fellows - Chapter One

Disregarding the downpour the tigress stalked to the corner hailing a taxi. the cab driver found his paw stuffed with a good wad of money. he rubbed the back of his neck. his fare didn't say much as she gave a mild thanks then slipped from his car.

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