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[/i] “Just don’t lock it up too tight, or no one will be able to get in,”[/color] he said with a grin, looking over at her. She looked so content—so happy to be there. He gazed around the cabin, wondering when everyone would be returning, ready to go to bed. He didn’t actually want anyone to come inside the cabin, then they would interrupt what Sio and he were doing, and that would just be annoying. He frowned before realizing that Sio had said something to him.

What could be dangerous about dancing? Well honestly..he could come up with a rather long list of things that could be dangerous. And the fact that he was with her made it slightly scarier—he wouldn’t want to hurt the girl by stepping on her or anything. Though he knew she was an experienced dancer, so what she said was most likely true. From what he had heard around camp she was one of the best, pretty impressive. Plus they were only going to be dancing for a little bit—right? She better not drag this out for too long, or else he’d have to drag out their drawing less for quite a while.

Mike frowned slightly as Sio began to move her feet. He stumbled along with her, before deciding that it would probably be best to watch her feet that way he could figure out exactly what to do. He glanced down, his eyes narrowing as he made an attempt to follow along. Alright, who said dancing would be this complicated? Way too many movements going on. He was probably just a failure at dancing—but still. He kept looking back up at her, trying to remember the steps, but found himself peering back down at her feet more often than not. He gripped onto her side a bit tighter, biting his lip in concentration. “This isn’t as easy as you make it look when you’re dancing,”[/color] he chuckled, looking back up at her, stumbling slightly as he broke his concentration.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said, giving him a small smile. it took all her might for her not to blurt out yeah, you, to him. that wouldn't be a very good idea, seeing as she didn't know any of his feelings toward her. if she knew the feelings then she might've told him right then and there. but no. there were no feelings behind anything he said, or at least she could see, and she couldn't tell him anything about her secret.

she watched him as he looked at her feet over and over. he was amusing when he didn't know what he was doing. she didn't exactly know why, but there was something about him, something cute, that she could see as he kept moving his eyes from her feet to her face. she wondered if she should let up on his suffering. let him go back to slow dancing like other people did. but then again. she wanted to drag it out and see him do this a little bit longer. she had done ballet as a little girl. that was her first style of dance. so she had learned gracefullness at a young age. but this boy seemed to be born without a graceful bone in his body. but she had a high patience level, since she had to deal with little kids all the time. she knew that she just compared him to a little kid in her head, but it was true. he wasn't the most graceful person in the universe.

she decided that his suffering was more than enough for her. she sighed and let her hand move away from his and she grabbed his wrist and placed his hand gently on her waist. she moved her other hand to his shoulder, but then moved her arms so that they her hands were holding onto each other behind his neck. she stopped her feet from moving in a more complicated manner and just let them sway back and forth. it was much more romantic this way, because she was sure that he would be able to do this. "is this better for you love?"[/color] she asked him, letting butterflies settle into her stomach as she thought about slow dancing with him in the more romantic way than the more dancer-ish way. she thought it was adorable the way he danced, and she loved every moment of being with him.
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[/b][/color] he mumbled, now raising his eyebrows, a way of demanding an answer. Oblivious—but what can you do?

As he concentrated on his movements, he began to wonder what Sio was thinking. She must be making fun of him in his mind for his sucky-ness at dancing. Not like it mattered much, at least she didn’t appear to be annoyed or anything with him. The girl must have some patience to be able to tolerate this. After all, the movements really weren’t that complicated—he was just a little bit of a failure. He stumbled his way through a few more steps, biting harder on his lip, sticking his tongue out slightly. This was difficult business!

As she moved her hands to a different place he looked up again, confused as to what was going on. What was she ready to move on to something more difficult—when he was yet to master this dance? But as she moved closer to him, he realized that this was actually much easier than before. It was that swaying movement, the one he had seen many times before. Much easier actually. A smile spread across his face as he looked back up at Sio. ”Much, much, much better!”[/color] he exclaimed, laughing for a moment. He still needed to concentrate a bit to keep from falling over or stepping on her, but this was most definitely easier than whatever she was making him do before.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said, letting a laugh escape her lips. she let her laugh die out, and thought about how far away his guess was. how could he be so oblivious? she gave him plenty of hints throughout the time they had known each other, and coming over to meet him at this time of night was just another hint to make him see that she liked him. she hoped that he could figure it out, but at the same time, she didn't want him to. she was torn in two trying to figure out what he wanted him to find out. if he found out, and he didn't have the same feelings, she would find it weird to be around him. she would think that it'd be awkward and probably never make plans to hang out like this again. though, if he did like her back, then there was a good reason for him to find. out. she sighed at the war that was going on between her head and her heart. both had valid points, but both wanted different things.

"you're still stumbling..." she said, laughing lightly at him. he was so cute when he didn't know what he was doing. and this was probably the easy way to slow dance with someone. there were so many other ways to slow dance. there was ballroom dance, tango, all that good stuff. and he couldn't even do ballroom dancing, so she brought him down a level. or a lot of levels. and now all he needed to do was move his feet back and forth. and sway his body with hers. was it really that hard? siobhan didn't think so. she was also a very divine dancer, so it was not as complicated to her as it apparently was to him. she just let out a slight giggle as she watched him, suddenly even more amused than before. she didn't know what was so amusing about him stumbling while dancing, but there was just something that made her want to start laughing.

she finally noticed the height difference between the two of them. she was standing at about 5'4" and he stood...much taller than her. "you're just swaying. don't look at your feet. look at me," she said to him. hopefully he would take his advice. what usually happened was if you looked at your feet while you danced, you messed up way more. but if you were looking at yourself in the mirror, or at your partner, you had less of a chance to stumble. the only time sio ever looked at her feet anymore was if she had to do a complicated step. other than that, it was usually disastrous. she would tumble, hurt herself, or mess up many times in her dance. she didn't want that. so she always looked at herself in the mirror when dancing. just so that she could try and make it perfect. she glanced up at him to see if he was taking her advice. hopefully he was.
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[/i] held the key. Then at least he’d know, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it any longer. Though he was probably a loser for trying so hard to figure it out. She was probably just joking about the whole thing…but a boy can never be too sure. He’d have to figure this one out eventually—whether it killed him or not.

Mike looked up at Sio as she commented on his stumbling. He stuck his tongue out at her, chuckling all the while. “I tell you woman, this isn’t all that easy."[/color] And since he wasn't the most..graceful person alive, it made it even harder. And that was probably the reason as to why he stuck with his art. At least with art he didn’t need to be able to move his feet so perfectly, making sure not to trip or stumble. How did they actually do that anyways? Every time he moved his own feet they got caught up in between each other and he had to shuffle his feet quickly to avoid falling over. Well..no one said dancing was easy. He lifted his eyebrows as she laughed quietly, wondering what she was laughing about. Probably making fun of his horrible dancing skills. His cheeks turned slightly red as he quickly looked down, staring at the ground for a few beats—waiting for the strange feeling to go away.

As she spoke to him again, telling him to look at her, he raised his head, staring her straight in the eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure as to why she wanted him to just look her in the eyes, but the swaying thing was easy enough. As long as she didn’t suddenly change her mind and decide to go back to the harder stuff he was good. He blinked a few times, amazed that he was yet to stumble again. “I don’t dance,” [/color] he mumbled with a slight shrug, before a smile began spreading across his face. “This my dear, is why art is my forte. You don’t need to be graceful to be good at art.” [/color]
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/i] when she laughed. why was he blushing? she was going to find out one way or another. "why did you blush?" she asked him sitting on his bed. she wanted to know, since he had made her blush many times. if she had made him blush, she would be extra excited, but she would try to hide her excitedness as much as she could. if it was because of something else, she would definitely be able to hide her disappointment. she was used to doing that more than she was used to hiding excitement.

she walked back over to him and stood in front of him. "you need grace in order to walk properly,"[/color] she told him, a grin spreading across her face. there was a time when siobhan didn't know what she was doing, just like mike. and during that time she was a very clumsy person. she had many scars on her body for when she would fall over and hurt herself. she had been to the hospital a few times to get stitches too, but no one ever knew about pre-siobhan. no one ever cared enough to know about her life. no one knew about her mother and father, no one knew about how her sister was loved more, and no one knew why she was so into dancing. everyone just knew that she was a wonderful dancer and that it was a great hobby of hers. she didn't want it to be a hobby though, she wanted it to be her life.

there was only one person that ever cared about siobhan to ask her questions about it. and that was corine. she knew everything. her sister and her little predicament of loving the counselor, her parents and how they have stopped giving her whatever she wants, how she had to talk to an adult to even pay for this camp that she's at. and in return, siobhan learned more and more about corine as they grew up. they have been friends forever, and kept in touch when they weren't at camp together. they had planned to see each other one day, live near or with each other, and live happily ever after as best friends. as the thoughts of all this flooded to siobhan's head, she held back the tears that were threatening to spill. her eyes were still locked with his through all this. when she was sure she couldn't take it anymore, she turned her head away from his, going around him so that she could go pick up her phone. she shoved put it on a nearby table, and sat on his bed, making sure that her face was away from his.
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[/i][/color] Mike bit his lip. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure what caused him to blush—but if definitely had something to do with her laughing at him. He narrowed his eyes, shrugging slightly. ”I dunno,”[/color] he mumbled. It wasn’t a complete lie, because he didn’t exactly know if it was just a mistake made by his body, or if he was actually embarrassed or something that she was laughing at him. Well this was new..he had never felt embarrassed around a girl. But Sio wasn’t just some girl—she was actually rather amazing.

He scowled as she mumbled something about needing grace to walk properly. He could walk perfectly well! Sure..he tripped every once in a while, but it’s not like that was that big of a deal. Everyone tripped going up the stairs or running down the stone pathway. Maybe not as often as he did, but still. He crossed his arms, wondering how exactly she had mastered the skill of being “graceful”. After much hesitation he asked, “So you tell me, how do I become graceful?”[/color] He laughed quietly, knowing that there was no way in hell he would every actually be graceful, but she seemed so determined to teach—he might as well ask some questions.

Mike frowned, still watching Siobhan. She appeared to be hiding something from him. Or maybe it was just his imagination—he wasn’t entirely sure. He bit his lip, quietly watching as she shifted a few times, before turning her head completely away from him. He remained where he was, contently watching her shove her phone on the table and sit down on her bed. Now he may be oblivious, but the guy knew something must be up. He slowly walked over to her, afraid as to whether she would actually be willing to talk to him. Sitting down next to her, he put his arm around her shoulder, staring down at her. “What’s wrong love?”[/color] he asked, his mouth still fixed in a frown. He pulled her closer to him, noticing the tears in her eyes. “It’s nothing I can’t fix, I bet,”[/color] he added, hoping that she would at least be willing to say something.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said, hesitating before saying her last word. it took her a little while before she coudl get it out. i twas like it was caught in her throat. after a few minutes of fidgeting with her hands, she finally managed to ask him what she had been wanting to ask him. "it couldn't possibly have been me?"[/color] she asked, looking up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. for some reason, she was excited to know what his answer was. but there was also the butterflies in her stomach that were making her all fidgety. she started playing with the hem of her skirt, letting her eyes move to that instead of him. for some reason, she was really embarrassed by this question, and she could feel her face heating up.

she laughed lightly and looked at him. "learn to dance correctly,"[/color] she said simply, a smile never leaving her thin lips. she set her hands firmly on her hips, determined to win this conversation. siobhan could be quite stubborn sometimes, and she wouldn't let anything go. though, she was never aware of this when it happened, and she was thoroughly upset if someone ever called her stubborn. she would just pout her lip and tell them that she wasn't. though everyone knew that she could be very stubborn when her mind wanted her to be. but having no memory of being a very stubborn person, she took it as an insult. it could be a compliment at some points, but it wasn't usually. and she didn't like it when someone called her stubborn.

siobhan didn't look up at him when he pulled her closer, but she did feel the butterflies in her stomach start up again. "why does everyone think i'm only good for dance?"[/color] she mumbled softly. she licked her lips slightly, since they were getting dried out, and she lifted her hand and wiped at her eyes, making sure that none of her make-up came off with it. she shouldn't be crying. tonight was one of the best nights of her life. but that text message was still getting to her. and the fact that no one really knew what the hell happened to her as a past besides her sister. she loved her sister to death, but she hated how she could still be able to dance and get whatever she wanted from her parents. siobhan gripped her hand into a fist as she put more thought into it.
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[/i][/color] He looked straight into her eyes, unsure as to how to reply. What if it had been her? Was that a bad thing? Maybe it was just a random thing that happened? His eyebrows raised as he thought. “I..I’m not sure..”[/color] he shrugged, looking right at the ground. He didn’t notice how she blushed as he was too busy staring at the ground now, mostly trying to figure out if it really had been her that caused him to blush.

Mike bit his lip, rolling his eyes. “How about another way? I think we both know I’ll never learn how to dance correctly.”[/color] He laughed, knowing that it was the truth. Then again, she probably would never be able to come up with a way to teach him how to be graceful. It was just an impossible task—and even he knew that. Not like he wouldn’t let her try, but still. “You know, this is really just a waste of your time,”[/color] he shrugged, looking up at her. “I’ll never be graceful, like you.”[/color]

Mike frowned as the girl refused to look towards him. Now he was sure something was most definitely wrong. When she finally spoke he listened carefully, his arm still wrapped around her. “I don’t know hun, but don’t let everyone else get to you. People are mean—don’t worry about them. I know you’re not only good for dancing.”[/color] He tightened his grip around her, looking down at her, blinking slowly. He noticed her balling up her hands, making them into fists. There was definitely more to it than just her only being good for dancing. “Talk to me Sio,”[/color] he said, still looking right down at her. “Tell me what’s wrong, will you?”[/color]
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] and she put her hand on his arm lightly, "and i'm not giving up. i'm a very stubborn person."[/color] she pulled her hand back. she fixed her skirt so that it wasn't awkwardly fitting on her. it was also a way for her to fidget, like she normally did when she was nervous. but since this conversation was also out of good fun, her face wasn't blushing what-so-ever. she was very surprised, since her face was usually blushing twenty-four seven. her smile grew a little bit brighter as she thought about this. she crossed her arms across her waist as she waited for his reply.

she let herself lean into him as he comforted her. "did you know that my parents have shunned me from my family? my little sister is getting everything i'm supposed to have? and i don't even have the money to be here?"[/color] she asked, a few more tears slipping out of her eyes. she had never confided into someone this way before. the way she told corine was over a period of time. and she definitely wasn't crying while she did it either. she was perfectly okay with it if she didn't have to tell someone all at once. but she had to tell him, he asked, and she was crying on his bed. it was only the right thing to do that way he didn't think it was his fault. if he thought that, she wouldn't feel all that better. it wasn't his fault what-so-ever. it was her parents and her little sister's.
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[/b][/color]He stuck his tongue out at her, before being to contemplate if it actually was true. He didn’t think he could ever be graceful—maybe he could just become slightly less clumsy. He smiled as she placed her hand on his arm, and told him she was stubborn. He had heard for someone (he couldn’t remember who) that she really was very stubborn. And he didn’t really mind that—a girl who stuck to what she wanted was good. He himself was rather stubborn too. Two stubborn people in the same room..this could end badly. He chuckled at the thought.
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He sighed a sigh of relief as she began to talk. Though her words were extremely depressing, he was at least glad that she was willing to talk. He gently rubbed her back as she asked him the few questions, revealing to him all of her little secrets. He nodded solemnly, looking gently down at her. “I honestly didn’t know any of that. How did it all happen love? Just tell me about it, I won’t tell a soul.”[/color] His hand kept rubbing her back as he watched a few more tears roll down her cheeks. It broke his heart to see her upset like this all of a sudden.
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[siobhan abella bailey]

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[/b][/color] she asked, letting a laugh out afterwards. for some reason, she had never really had this much fun before. they had so many inside jokes now, whether they wanted them or not was the question. she wanted them, since that meant she could tell him something that only he would truly understand. like if he asked him randomly out of no where how his wall was, then it'd be okay. people would stare at the two of them oddly, of course. why wouldn't they? she was asking him how an inanimate object was doing. it wasn't something that normal people asked on a daily basis. she wouldn't be surprised if she got stared at if she ever did ask that. but she wouldn't care. it'd just be in good fun.

"when i was a little girl, i used to get everything handed to me on a silver platter. that's how i got into dancing. but as i became a teenager, my parents cut off all my money supplies and everything. just because i told them i wanted to be a dancer when i'm out of high school. and because they didn't see it as a sufficient career, they didn't give me any money. the only reason they still payed for my dancing is because my sister wanted me to still dance with her. so they payed for it. but now they control everything. at school, i have to choose their classes in order to make me a doctor. and i don't want those classes. they're boring and i can't stand them. and the only reason i'm here is because the camp will get my paycheck if i become a counselor here. and if i don't get that scholarship, i won't make it, and my parents will just make me a doctor anyway,"[/color] she said, taking breaths in the right places.

tears started to stream down her face during her little monologue. she didn't know why he was so easy to talk to. or why she wanted to tell him everything for him to understand. all she knew was that she wanted the tears to stop. she covered her face, hoping that he didn't have to see her while she was crying. whenever she watched herself cry, she told herself that she was ugly when she cried. and she believed herself. she didn't want mike to see her while she was at her ugliest. she knew her make-up had to be all over her face as well, and that she couldn't help it. she just wished that it wouldn't be on her face, and she wished the tears would stop now more than ever.
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[/b][/color] He shook his head while laughing, still staring at her. She was a rather humorous girl—which was really quite wonderful for him. She knew just how to joke around with him, unlike half the other uptight girls here at camp. Most people would have just told him he was an idiot for saying that his wall needed attention, but she was actually willing to go along with it, laughing all the while. He actually hadn’t had this good of a time with a girl for a long time, if ever. She was different than all the others, he had noticed that from the start, and it was becoming more clear to him really how different she was. A good different of course.

Mike listened carefully as she told her story. He had had a slightly similar experience, but then again, it was much different. His father had just made an attempt to keep him from his dream of being an artist, but after a while his father just sorta..gave in. Its not like his dad ever cut off all his money supplies of anything. He felt bad for Sio—it must be hard having parents who treat you that way. He stared down at her until she finished talking, and noticed how she was crying harder now. It was such a sad sight, especially since they had been having so much fun not too long ago.

“I’m so sorry Sio, that sounds really hard to deal with. Especially when your parents won’t let you go for your dream. I assume you’ve tried reasoning with them before? They must be pretty hard-headed to not finally give in. It’s horrible when parents control their children like that. But you’re so strong Sio—you can do whatever you want, and we both know that. You just gotta keep shooting for what you want. Screw your parents.”[/color] He paused, looking down at her. As she turned her face away, trying to hide her tear from him he assumed, he reached for her hand. Mike slipped his fingers in-between hers, gripping on tightly. “And love, no need to hide from me. I don’t bite. Please remember that if you ever need anything, I’m here.” [/color] He kept his grip on her hand, hoping that she would at least look at him for a second or two.
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electrical storm in your veins[/b][/size][/color]
RAGING AT UNREACHABLE GLORY[/b]
straining at invisible chains[/i][/size]
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[siobhan abella bailey]

love is just a chemical creation

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[/b][/color] she said bluntly, smiling at him after. oh how things could be so weird between these two. from fun to awkward to fun. it was all a bad experience. okay, that was a joke. it was a good experience, and she was having the time of her life. she took a step closer to him, moving her head so that she would be able to see him even though she was standing so close, and she was so short. she suddenly wondered why it seemed that girls were always shorter than boys. was it planned in her genetics or something? or was it just her family? though she knew a lot of short girls at camp. you could always spot them out because they were always with the tall guys. whether they were kissing them, hugging them, or just talking to them. it always seemed that short girls were attracted to tall guys. she suddenly realized how weird the human race was.

her heart skipped a beat as he laced his fingers through hers. she was sure that this boy was going to give her a heart attack like this, and he had no idea what he was doing to her. "thanks,"[/color] she mumbled from underneath her hand. she knew that he meant no harm, and that hiding her face wasn't something she should be doing. but she didn't want him to see her in such a bad state. her eyes were probably red and puffy, since her tears started to go down, and she knew that she was at her most unattractive state yet. it wasn't something she wanted him to see. but she knew that he probably wanted to give her the most sincere thing he ever could do. so, she decided that she would look at him.

she lifted her head out of her hand and looked at him. she let her free hand fall on her lap, and let him control where her other hand sat. they were sitting so close, and it took all her might not to do anything she'd regret. she started to bite her lower lip again, so unsure of her thoughts, feelings, or what she wanted right now. she leaned her head against his shoulder, just so she knew she wouldn't kiss him right then and there. it was a possibility that she would have if she didn't put her head on his shoulder. though, she really wouldn't know would she. she would never know now, and she would never know what he wanted from her. if he wanted the same things or not.
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REBEL WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE[/b]
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[/b][/color] he grinned, bringing up his wall again. Hey, his wall was an important part of his life and deserved to have it’s opinion brought out—whether or not it was an inanimate object. He looked down at her, staring straight into her eyes. He always wondered what girls were thinking about during these moments of silence. Oh how great would it be to be able to read people’s minds. Then at least he’d know if she was secretly making fun of him in her mind or something. Which, hopefully she wasn’t—but one could never be too sure.

Mike frowned as she mumbled a thanks, still not looking at her. He was trying his best to make her comfortable around him, but it didn’t seem to be working too well. It wasn’t like he was going to make fun of her for crying or for having problems. It happens to everyone. Just as he was about to give up all hope, she looked up at him. He smiled slightly, but the grin faded just as suddenly as it had appeared. He didn’t want her to think he was making fun of her or anything—that would be bad. But at least they were getting somewhere now, at least she was wiling to look at him.

He tightened his grip on her hand, hoping to show her, without words, that he was there. He narrowed his eyes as she began to bite her lip, now would be a great time to be able to read minds. If only he could know what was going on in that mind of hers, maybe then he could be more helpful than he was being right now. He looked down at her as she put her head on his shoulder. Keeping one hand wrapped around hers, he reached his free hand over and gently ran it through her hair. “It’s okay, love. Just smile for me,”[/color] he said, now smiling down at her. He wasn’t sure if she would be willing to smile, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. After all, he was bound to make her happy again eventually. He would not allow her to leave his cabin until she was back to smiling and giggling—like she had been when she first arrived and all through his dance lesson.
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RAGING AT UNREACHABLE GLORY[/b]
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