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He was terrified of small spaces, and she knew the prolonged darkness of their hiding place would only further irritate the problem. But, just like many times before, the mission came first-before his discomfort, before his protests, before her own inability to see past the main goal. Was it written in like that, he wondered, or perhaps an unfortunate side effect of being the main attraction?The mission was the priority, and at all costs, it was their job to carry it out. Well, her job. He was merely canon fodder, and he had slowly come to t...
"Speak now.""That's not how dogs work."The small puppy merely looked up at the pair of hikers, oblivious to the command and the condescending tone in Mary's voice.Kim shrugged at her hiking partner, limited by the heavy gear strapped to her back and front. The sun had started its slow descent as they neared where she thought she left her truck. But the waning light and heavy eyelids marred their routine navigation.Mary was unamused and hoped the sigh said more than her glare did. She dropped to one knee, putting a tentative hand out to the s...
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"You think you’re cursed?"Patrick couldn't contain his simmering glare from peppering the up-until-this-moment kind stranger with as much ill-will as he could muster. He had told his tale a hundred times since hearing his fate. A hundred times of the same questions, same dodgy replies, and the same tactless subversion a friendly conversation could afford. But, he had no other choice, and hoped that this time, the luck of the Irish would be with him."I know I’m cursed," he says, turning that glare onto the polished bar top. The stranger wince...
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