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Post by Lisa on Feb 21, 2010 9:51:43 GMT 10
Title: Desperate Times Rating: PG-13 Length: 143 Competitor: Baird Round/Fight: 1/D Summary: desperate times call for desperate measures.
They lie tangled in the sheets of her bed, panting and gasping. “Where did that come from?” he asks, his voice bewildered.
“I don’t know,” she whispers; she looks as confused as he feels.
“Your wedding is tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“And yet you… with me…”
“I know.”
He looks over at her, concern etched on his face. “Is this a matter of cold feet?”
She covers her face with her hands. “I’ve caught myself coming and going.”
“What?”
“It’s a phrase Joren used, when he admitted that he’d kidnapped Lalasa. If I rescued her, I wouldn’t have been able to become a squire. If I didn’t, I would’ve shirked my duty.” She looks at him, her expression desperate. “If I don’t tell Dom about this, I’ll never forgive myself. If I do, he’ll never forgive me. Either way, I won’t be married tomorrow.”
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Post by emberrose on Feb 21, 2010 14:32:15 GMT 10
I don't see a problem with this situation...
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Post by Lisa on Feb 21, 2010 14:42:28 GMT 10
Me either!!
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Post by jazzyjess on Feb 21, 2010 17:04:36 GMT 10
Oh dear. If only she had directed that passion elsewhere... like towards carpentry, for example.
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Post by Lisa on Feb 21, 2010 17:24:35 GMT 10
Hahahahah!
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