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It was the way the light shone on her hair that got to him. The way her hair would shine in the sun, the way it moved in the slight breeze that wrapped around her shoulders. She was an angel fallen from heaven, he was sure of it. So sure in fact, that he was nervous. He never got nervous. Just as he gained the courage to go up to her, and ask her to dinner, another girl walked up to her. A grin on her face, and a phone against her ear.

"Sweetness! Mama tells me she wants to come visit, she wants to meet the grl who stole my heart!"  The girls voice was high pitched, obnoxious, and annoyed the boy. His annoyance turning quickly to disbelief and disgust as the obnoxious girl laid her lips upon the angel. And the angel let her.

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Little was the word to describe Taylors kitten. It was a tiny little thing, covered in thick grey fluff, with cute black paws, it's tail short and stubby, yet elegant as it wagged, almost like a dogs tail might. The kitten let out a purr as Taylor ran her small childish hand over the animals fur, down its back. The kittens back arching as its claws extended to grip the material of the couch, before jumping down onto the floor. It had had enough of being fondled, and now was in search of its food.

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I don't need him. Was the thought running through her mind, Sure he makes me laugh, sure he chases away the nightmares, sure he . . . loves . . . me she sniffed, her hand wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. I'm okay . . . right?

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"What if she pushes me away? Surely she hates me!"

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"That's not all."

"It's not?"

"No. He had a daughter."

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"Miss me like no one has ever missed me before."

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The sound of music was all that kept her from sleeping, and she was grateful. To sleep would only encourage the dreams to take shape. The dreams were not bad, in fact they were just the opposite. The dreams were sensual, erotic, wonderful. But they were dangerous. If her husband were to find that she had been dreaming of somebody else, let alone a woman, she knew not what lengths he would go to, to make them stop. She knew his efforts would prove painful to herself.

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Not very much I know, but That's all I felt like doing. You can't force the creativity juices to flow. You can only let the tide roll in, and take advantage of it while you can.