“Rick,” Roger pointed at Raylene. “Raylene must stay on our radar. She rode a Range Rover into a radio station in Richmond and read raunchy rhymes at a rally in Roanoke.”
“I heard she released raccoons in a Radio Shack in Raliegh.
Roger reevaluated Raylene. Raccoons in a Radio Shack was rather radical. It rocked. He realized Raylene was radiant. Roger roamed the room, recognizing a romantic reaction.
Raylene rounded on Roger, then rushed past, running to retro Roderick, a radiologist. Roderick released rabid rabbits, so Roger ran.
[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words.]
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