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Overprotective
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Story Bones He stared across the horizon, jaws clenched, fire in his eyes
If he was to do anything at all, now would be the perfect time
She stood a pace behind him, saw his overprotective side
The blood boiled in her veins as the dawn forced back the night
"I do not need you to take care of me," she hissed, pushing him aside
Without a mis-step, he stayed and held the line
"Trust me. I know," he spoke through gritted teeth
"But, did you stop to think, it might be something that I need?"
Cool Penning
A valid dialog, well written - A -
Thank you
I still don't know what this story is, or where it will go. It keeps coming to me in piecese, but I'm glad I can keep the readers' interested with the fragments.
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