Porshia Bernard
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As soon as we turned the corner, I could see smoke everywhere: storefronts were on fire, people were running around with boatloads of merchandise in their hands, fighting, I mean, Monument Street was in total Manheim. All of Monument Street ablaze: it was like seeing something out of a movie; withal, uncle Bean spotted his friend, Smitty, running with the crowd; however, oddly enough, my uncle Bean seeing Smitty within that enormous crowd of people running. Furthermore, I knew that Smitty was an acquaintance from jail; he was his cell buddy from Jessup cut. Uncle Bean blew the horn as we came to an erupting stop: he came running and jumped in the front seat of my uncle's car while screaming, "Go, go, go." Just then, Smitty and an officer that was riding by locked eyes.
By Porshia Bernard 4 years ago in Fiction
