Glasshole
Jamie was walking down the street at night. She was humming a tune to herself. The sound of breaking glass stopped her in her tracks. A fear gripped her and she started walking faster. There had been an accident behind her, and she could have helped.
There had been an accident behind her, and she could have helped. The sound of breaking glass stopped her in her tracks. She was humming a tune to herself. A fear gripped her and she started walking faster. Jamie was walking down the street at night.