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#78
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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Benjamin smiled; there was nothing separating her from his efforts at communication now. She simply couldn't ignore a plate that broke on its own! He thought about nudging another as she was looking at it, but he was not trying to give himself the reputation of "malicious," perhaps merely..."trying." Yes, that was the word if "desperate" didn't cover it. He could see the pieces falling into place...warmer, yes, warmer...and she had it! With her command he stepped forward, taking her hand in his, but where his fingers would clasp he simply slipped right through. Looking into her eyes, he wished so desperately that she could see him back, that she could see how tired he was existing in this plain of existence. He needed to go where the dead belonged, not here in the land of the living, but whatever lay after. Please, please notice... He tried grasping at her hand again, Please...
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Posted 12-12-2017, 06:08 AM
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