Grape Vine
03-13-2013, 12:35 PM
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He laughed, almost nervously as she spoke. "Please Sen-Loccian. Do not think I am all secrets and heartaches." He said, his Spanish accent interlaced with his words. "It is simply something I do not feel one such as yourself need be burdened with." He explained with a shy smile. "I have made my choices and I have sealed my fate. But it is my cross to bare, and should not be yours" He said adamantly. "Ach. But let us not speak of such dismal things on such a lovely day as this." "And with such a lovely lady too-STOP IT.". "Prithee, how do you fare?" He asked. He dared to lay in front of her, his tail brushing over the short glossy grass of the plane. He wanted to get as far away from the subject as possible, and hopefully never have it brought up again for many years. Although he knew that would not be the case, he could still hope. Speech, |
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