July dribbles - 13


Church hiking trips aren’t renowned for romance but Dan fancied he might have a chance. Sweet Ellie; her lips were still mussed from his kiss and the crowd was going wild—“Go Dan! Go Dan!” But cheer and hope lived only in his head. “Take a hike,” sweet Ellie replied.

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