Sep 21, 2014
"It was DENSITY!" Jess said mysteriously.
"Density?" Nic said, unconvinced, "are you sure it was DENSITY?"
"YES."
"Uh… huh." Nic rolled her eyes and pulled out a dictionary, because a debater never goes anywhere without a dictionary. She whipped it open and rested her glasses on the tip of her nose as she began to read.
"Density; noun; degree of compactness of a substance…" she flipped a few pages, "destiny; noun; the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future." She looked up at Jess, "because it was DENSITY that sank my car in the lake, it is DESTINY that will pull it out… yours, specifically. Here's a phone book. Go call a crane."