“Instead of being jealous, you’re celebrating my promotion with #cake and #wine.” “You’ll #dive in and steer the firm out of the current #storm. A toast to you on the #cusp of greatness!” She leaned to give a #glimpse of cleavage to distract from the crystals in his glass.
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“They’re so hopeful,” she said, “like #irises in the #snow.” He rolled his eyes. “Irises don’t grow in snow. Snowdrops do. Hence the name.” His #highfalutin ways were grating on her nerves. Little things do #escalate, she thought. She’d bury him under the irises.
“#Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. She’d kicked him out of the car after another fight about his drinking and #gambling. He took another swig anyway and certainly felt more fond. Of her, of this place, of everything really. He felt warm nestled in the #snow.
“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
“It is a #conundrum,” he said, spinning a #coin on the table. “Like the #walrus or the carpenter.” “What?” He shook his head pityingly. “Your profile said you liked poetry.” “Bathroom!” I left the “#high-profile attorney” to his fancy coffee and slipped out the back door.
“Come on, #open the train #window. It’s a #barrier to having a good #palaver.” “Well, yes, you’re going into #exile.” “Don’t be #stern. I had no idea your #culture was so unreasonable.” “He shouldn’t have grabbed your bottom, but you turned him into a puddle of goo!”
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“Why is it called a #cataract?” she asked, #peering over the edge. “What’s the #connection to eyes?” “A brokenhearted girl with #sapphire eyes prayed for #revenge, and the gods made her #pure tears a torrent to drown her errant lover.” “Is that true?” “Probably not.”
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“Don’t #forget to #latch the door behind me,” he’d called before mounting his #horse. But she had forgotten. “Anyone home?” called a #teasing voice. It was the witch. “Now the menfolk are all off, it’s time for an #adventure of our own.” She came out of hiding.
