Carrying a sack of groceries, he hurried across the street as he spotted Monica, his neighbor, sitting on the ledge of her bedroom window. “Monica!” He shouted.
“Oh, hey Brock.” She slurred. Has she been drinking again? He wondered. “What cha got there?”
He held up the sack, “Groceries. What are you doing there? You do know what you’re doing is dangerous, right?”
She laughed like a child. She’s on something. Doesn’t she know alcohol and drugs don’t mix?
Before another thought could enter his mind, Monica muttered, “I’m sleepy,” before going into free-fall straight into his arms.
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This is Another Story 
Good save and good story Yinglan.
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Thank you.
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You’re most welcome
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She got lucky. I hope this is her wake up fall.
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Indeed, she got lucky.
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Poor groceries … 😉
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😄😄😄
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Right. Brock Kent was his full name. Son of Clark. Know to save drunk damsels in distress. Fun story, Yinglan.
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Haha, I kinda thought of that while writing the story. 🙂
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what a lucky girl. 🙂
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Thankfully he was a strong bloke 🙂
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He sure looks like one.
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I hope the groceries weren’t damaged!
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He looks like a can guy, so perhaps a few cans were dented, still edible.
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She’s lucky he was there, but will she learn?
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I hope this will be a wake up call.
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I’m pretty sure that ending was not as romantic as it sounds!
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I agree, I didn’t have romance in mind when I wrote the story.
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I hope she was as light as a feather 🙂
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I think he can handle her weight. 😀
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Yoiks! Luckily he was there to catch her!
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Yes, luckily. 😀
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