I began my day in a rush, running over here, dashing over there, when all was said and done, I was ready for my big day, my date with Ceinwyn. It was a clear, cool winter morning, with nothing but beautiful Mt. Rainier in the skyline near my house. Finally, I was all ready to head out the door. My heart began to race as rapid as an Indian war drum as I walked up to my cherry red, 1991 Chevy S-10 pickup truck, which I had just recently washed, so it gleamed like a spotlight at an old time carnival.
             My drive began as any normal drive I have had in my past, starting on the wooded hills, heading down towards the freeway, why is it, that whenever you are in a hurry, you hit every, single, red light? Without fail, that is what happened to me, once again, as I was trying to get to the freeway. Once I finally got to the onramp, another red light shimmered within the cab of my truck, alerting me that, for some strange reason, the ramp was being metered, but I thought nothing of it, and continued on right past the light. My stupidity finally caught up with me, as I realized there was flashing lights behind me, lighting me up in the glorious red, white, and blue luminosity of police lights, I pulled over to the side of the freeway, awaiting the officer to follow close behind, my heart was racing, and my hands were clammy, as nerves crept over me, and made me as white as a ghost in a human body. I was sitting there for what seemed like 10 minutes, when, finally, the officer blew by me, without even giving me so much as a "hello" glance, I let out a deep sigh of relief, and continued on my course of destiny.
             I finally reached the subdivision of "High Cedars Golf Course," which housed my date for the evening. As I drove up to the driveway for the development, I saw a big block lettering sign, with bold words reading "High Cedars Golf Community." Even though I knew this was where I
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