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One whistle away

March 10, 2010

Though she tried to keep away, she kept waking in the night right next to him, her leg against his. This betrayal angered her, and some nights, kept her from sleep entirely. In the morning, she rolled away gently, hoping to slip from the bed before he woke. He never had really known how to touch her, anyway. She was one train whistle away from escape.

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  1. The Querulous Squirrel's avatar

    Ah, ambivalence.

         by The Querulous Squirrel March 10, 2010 at 1:19 pm
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  2. The Inadvertent Gardener's avatar

    Querulous Squirrel, indeed.

         by The Inadvertent Gardener March 10, 2010 at 1:29 pm
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