By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion
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Her hair, which had been growing out a bit, was black, but there were tiny pinpoints of light throughout it, like a night sky. She'd worked very hard on it.
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A compliment worked very well for a greeting, thank you.
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Ping into this thread with other ideas.
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From the back: He was a banana plantation owner. And she was a missionary with a quest. A quest to save him from himself, and the cruel machinations of a dictatorship gone wrong. Can Constance save Luis from himself, even as he struggles to save his plantation and his people? Is love really the ultimate salvation?
[Take turns writing bits of text as your girl reads it aloud. Dinah and Karla have done so here. Help write the worst romance novel ever.]
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"'You will never possess me, Luis!' Constance said as she shoved a chair between herself and her pursuer. 'I am already married ... to God.'
'The last I heard,' Luis said, nimbly jumping over the chair, 'God didn't come home to you most nights, muñeca. A lady like you needs loving closer to home.'
'Constance shrieked, heart pounding wildly in her beast' Beast? They didn't even hire an editor."
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