She sat huddled in a booth in the back of the diner. Clutching her backpack against her chest. That man had tried to sit down beside her. She’d told him she was only 15 years old. He finally left. Jeff, her boyfriend, would be here in a minute. Why make her come here, alone? He was late. He knew she’d walked miles from home to meet him here.
They were going to run away. Their parents wouldn’t let them be together. Jeff said he’d take care of the money.
He appeared beside her.
“Come on,” Jeff said. “I’m taking you home.”
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The Write Scribe 
Dear Rosemary,
I have to question how old Jeff is and how he’s going to take care of her? Good one with much more story layered between the lines.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Two kids trying to run away….and one comes to his senses..
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I’m glad Jeff saw sense before they came to any harm.
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It sounds as if Jeff saw sense before it was too late.
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How lucky for her to have Jeff…she’ll appreciate it in years from now
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