Rhiannon leaned back against the hot car door. This was getting weirder by the second. Being a nomad, she didn’t have many physical possessions, and certainly none she couldn’t live without. But there was a favorite knife in the small stash of weaponry she could carry in her backpack. It had been a cherished gift.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-10-02 01:31 am (UTC)“Alright.”
She reached out and laid her hand in his.
“Hit me.”