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//TASK: Add 20-50 words to this short story set in western Sydney. Imagine you are all collaboratively writing a text that might be useful as an exemplar with a class in a school - so keep it clean and tidy please. The first line comes from Damian McDonald's// Luck in the Greater West//. As this is a collaborative text, you should also feel free to rewrite and edit what has already been contributed (including the opening line).... [later] ooops I've already done that...go ahead and mess with it more.//======

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Even though she wouldn't be there, I'd already rehearsed what I was going to say by the time I hit the highway that sliced out into the west. Wednesday night was Bingo night. She wouldn't miss that, not even for me.

I recall the last time we met she called me her "champion" and she's supposed to be the grownup. It's a mighty big job keeping a perspective when we meet. I drive past the fifth Macdonald's and pit stop for the dunny. Waves of big Mac nostalgia washed over me from all those childhood road trips I had made with her. Back then the 'golden arches' had been a beacon on our journeys home. 'Ok then,' she'd say to us in the back seat, 'just this once, coz you've been so good'. We'd snicker and elbow each other, anticipating another of the plastic figures we always seemed to be collecting.

If only it had stayed that easy and fun forever. I couldn't wait to see her. The time moved like the hand of a grandfather clock; slow, steady and relentless. Why couldn't time move like this when I was with her?