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Post by Nance Sikes on Aug 6, 2009 11:27:28 GMT -5
"...I s'pose," said Nance after a moment's thought. "If there were a way out...if I could find it. But even then...I know nothing would be certain. It'd be such a struggle to get out of this...and then...the smallest slip would land you right back in the thick of it. I'd always have to live with that fear of falling back."
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Aug 10, 2009 7:57:41 GMT -5
Instead of being certain to remain in it?
*Donavan’s eyes were sympathetic as he cautiously leaned in and took her hand.*
“But if you try…” *He couldn’t come up with the gentle way to put it and started again.*
“Wouldn’t it be better than having to stay here?” And sell yourself everyday to eat. *He wanted to help her. To save her. It filled him in a way he could not put into words.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Aug 11, 2009 11:12:47 GMT -5
Her cold hand rested immobile in his for a moment, then her fingers curled around his.
"...perhaps it would be," she said slowly, lifting her eyes to his face. "I don't know."
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