Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
“You don’t have to stay so far away you know,” said Quinn, gesturing for him to come closer.
Eliot didn’t move. “You took a bullet for me. Two.”
“So I did. Least you can do is come over here so I don’t have to squint at you.”
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