When she takes a limping step, I make to sweep her up, but she stops me. “I’ll walk,” she hisses, her vexation a living flame as she scans the room.
“Fine,” I mock, though my tone is only for our audience. I rather like these sharp edges of hers and have no desire to see them blunted. I’ll likely have to file them back eventually, but until then, I’ll enjoy every scratch and nick she brings to bear.
— Aug 04, 2022 10:04AM
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