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Wheelsy, South Carolina
Jun. 10th, 2012 08:23 pmChrist, is he tired.
It's late, and Kate is probably asleep by now, so Bill closes the door on his cruiser as soft as he can before dragging himself up the driveway and porch steps.
Lousy day, lousy week, hell, if he could he'd write off the whole damn month.
He didn't even bother to button his flannel when he changed after work at the station, and a light wind whips the tails of his shirt as he sorts through his keys.
Getting the door open, he steps inside with three things on his mind; a beer, a bite to eat, and bed.
It's late, and Kate is probably asleep by now, so Bill closes the door on his cruiser as soft as he can before dragging himself up the driveway and porch steps.
Lousy day, lousy week, hell, if he could he'd write off the whole damn month.
He didn't even bother to button his flannel when he changed after work at the station, and a light wind whips the tails of his shirt as he sorts through his keys.
Getting the door open, he steps inside with three things on his mind; a beer, a bite to eat, and bed.
