A wind blew. A door slammed. A candle died.
Patience sat in the dark, too stunned to register anything outside of the fact that she was, suddenly, alone.
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Fluff and Bunkum 
Matticus saunters by, as he often does, sees the candle is out, produces a flame and sets things alight again.
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O-ho! You keep that up and you just might find yourself being the model for patience’s wayward pupil…
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Pupil? She has a wayward eye?
😉
Heh heh heh
Please forgive me. I get sillier and sillier when I’m tired.
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You know, she’s a little sensitive about that.
::glares at you with Patience’s one good eye::
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*slaps forehead*
Sorry, I’m an idiot.
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Yay Yay and Thrice Yay 😀
To produce two lines and leave it there, could be considered as “Cruel & Unusual” Treatment as defined under the Geneva Convention.
I will settle for no less than a chapter, well OK a paragraph.
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Realllllly like this! And I goofed….the autograph from our friend said “dream dangerously”
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“dream dangerously” is way better 🙂
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I agree
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Queen of The Cliffhangers!
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HA!
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Reblogged this on Illicit By Nature and commented:
Reblog: A very thought provoking quote originally posted by a great blogger!
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Reblogged this on I am STRONGER.
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