He is standing in the doorway, watching her walk up the driveway, face impassive- that careful blankness it takes on around her. She stops a few feet away from him, standing on the edge of the porch as her gaze pulls away from the ground and up to his eyes.
“I’m taking the mission.”
It is not a question, but a statement. She isn’t looking for his
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...er, not that I've thought about this much...
Thanks for reading. :)
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You're right. You're absolutely right. That is what it's all...about choices and learning to live with them and being able to lean and hold.
You just don't know how that statement moves and touches me. Believe me - I'm going to quote you and often.
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