Weaver of Shadows
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“Ok…could he still be dreaming somehow?”
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He opened his eyes slowly, then smiled at her. “I love you,” he whispered.
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“What happened?” Edgar asked her. Something was wrong, more than just Terrance ignoring her.
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Have a holy hand grenade! I have a crown made of fool’s gold.
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She flinched as he touched her, but didn’t move away. “I’m trapped. If you talk to me, you’ll be too.”
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He almost immediately fell asleep after she did.
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“You can. The best way to do that is to not be around me. She still didn’t look at him, hiding a tear. She wanted a friend so badly, but she wouldn’t hurt him any more than she already had.
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He kept an arm around her, defiantly keeping his eyes open until she was asleep.
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“Ok.” He leaned back, lying down. There wasn’t a lot of room on the bed though.
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“If I tell you then you aren’t safe.”
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“Do you?”
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“You can’t.” She still looked away from him. She didn’t know why she was even talking to him. It was pointless.
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“I’ll go to sleep if you do.”
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“Will you be asleep too?”
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She didn’t look at him.
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He leaned into her touch. “But I don’t want to leave you.”
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She turned just slightly. He was a good man. But she had stolen from him. She hesitated a moment longer, then turned away from him. She didn’t run again though.
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“Uhh…ok.” He hands the man three dollars and takes the can. He starts to eat. “But I don’t need it yet.”
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“How much does it cost? I have three dollars.” “Because, like I said, you’re more important.”
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She scrambled to her feet, but he was right behind her.
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“It doesn’t matter though.”
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“What one tastes the best?” Strawberries and blood might be like tigers blood. Maybe he would try that? Or rocky landfall, could that be like rocky road? So many options, which one would he pick? The vendor probably knew best.
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She cried out as she saw how close he was, stumbling as her foot caught on a cobblestone.
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“You’re more important. And I’m not that tired.” He yawned.
