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Post by Moonlight on Jun 1, 2010 9:57:45 GMT -5
Same as the last two. Here is the opening prompt:
Her jaw clenched, glaring daggers at him. "You honestly expect me to do this?" she inquired softly, venom clinging to her tone. Her fingers slowly curling into fists at her sides, refraining herself from striking. As much as she wanted to, she was not in the position to do so.
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