08-08-2007, 07:54 PM
Morgana looked at all the titles and picked a couple of books on West Point, her college. She walked up to the cashier and put the books on the counter. "Did you find everything ok?" The cashier asked, typing in the prices.
"Yes, thank you."
"Alright, that will be 24.59."
She pulled out twenty-five dollars and gave it to her. She took her books. "Thank you!" She walked out. Now where to go.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.