http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mike%20Lyle The original writings of author M.E.Lyle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031087 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If I can Do It, You can too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mike-Lyle/2963346/ Chapter Four---What’s in a Name?Mathew leaned against the picnic table, watching the strangelittle girl with wary amusement.“I don’t suppose you have aname, do you?”Mathew, tongue in cheek added, “I suppose I could just call youPlain Girl. How doesthat sound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mike-Lyle/2962735/ ✍️ Chapter Three �" Girl MeetsBoy Chris ApproachesChris burst out the door, shoving her Walmart Special along thedirt path. The chain dragged and clattered against the ground witheach push.Mary, looking out the window and groaned to herself. Oh, dearLord. 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