"I can't believe he stole my purse and my ride". Her heels clicked against the sidewalk furiously as she walked. Armand had left her stranded with nothing, not even a map.
She had been strolling in the middle of nowhere for ten minutes now. The hotel was further than she had anticipated and there were no cars in sight. "Armand, if that was his real name, was a hunk. Who would've guessed he was also a con man". Mindy was cold and tired. She just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep the night away.
The only source of light was the lamp posts along the road. She tripped over some rocks and found herself in a pile of mud. The tears came quickly. " Why does this only happen to me". She squealed. Through the blurred vision, she spotted headlights approaching her and waved her arms for help.
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