Lake Lewisia #307

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“You’re always so defensive,” he complained after she bristled in response to what he considered a reasonable and casual request that she pick up an extra shift that week. She thought of claws and teeth, sheathed safely within unpainted fingernails and behind slightly chapped lips, the plain and practical masking the sharp and savage. “No one wants to see me be offensive,” she warned.

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LL#307