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Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.
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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
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"And here I'd been thinking that my life might perhaps have finally found some sort of rhythm," she retorted, spinning in such a way that the hem of her skirt brushed his leg, "but then I realised, oh, such a pity, that it was merely your absence lulling me into complacency."
"That would never do," he said, grinning, caught her hips between his hands, spun her thrice, kissed her cheek and deposited her into a newly opened space in the circle.
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