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Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.
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There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
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I love you, you said, simple as anything.
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You nodded towards the cup. Want more? I shook my head. What about the car? Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you. Towards . . . ? You nodded. So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home. Home? Yeah. Your mouth twitched. Back to me.
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It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.
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There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
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I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
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