It makes some sense, not a lot but a bit, the argument was an old one the kind two people who have a long history rewind. Corn was a very old witch's cat, a Familiar. His side of the argument niggled at Bri.
"How often do I really get to just play at being in love? It isn't as if I'd hurt the man much. He's been around is savvy about lots of things ... life seems easy for him. Give me that," Ambriana Chu only looked twenty one years old when she wasn't in high octave argumentative. As the step van climbed the bridge to West Seattle the amazon behind the wheel was the accumulated legacy of women and witches. She was messing with relationships. Yes, she was young, but things add up. Too many past lives heated up in the name of lust. Playing with love Corn said this to himself deliberate in his parry.
Not a proper use of your juice Ambriana. This debate straddled the edge of soul development. It mattered to the Familiar this outcome. He was entrusted with not just the girl. Corn Silk was the guardian of those black leather lace-ups and that was big. From the warmth of his carrier his turquoise blue eyes glazed over when he thought of the women before Ambriana who grew up in those boots. The love and the heart break they inflicted and the equivalent breakage they endured. Corn felt a hair ball creating chaos in his gullet. Like owl pellets the furry wad projected. Spitting out the remnant white yellow ball, he said as gently as an old grandfather Slow down enough to clean them boots before you climb down, girl. If nothing else the cat's sideways caution made Bri disengage from the energy she knew was more than her own. She exhaled and eased up on the gas as she came to the red light.
"Okay, but I really do like the way he makes me feel. Like I'm made for being with him for adventures and education. I could use some wise company. No offense. Your wisdom is unquestionable it's just the human sort that is uncommon in my generation. Lane Baker is interesting." Bri felt the rumble inside her burble. It was pancake hunger with attitude.
Lane Baker is complicated, and, he is still in love with his ex-wife!
"How often do I really get to just play at being in love? It isn't as if I'd hurt the man much. He's been around is savvy about lots of things ... life seems easy for him. Give me that," Ambriana Chu only looked twenty one years old when she wasn't in high octave argumentative. As the step van climbed the bridge to West Seattle the amazon behind the wheel was the accumulated legacy of women and witches. She was messing with relationships. Yes, she was young, but things add up. Too many past lives heated up in the name of lust. Playing with love Corn said this to himself deliberate in his parry.
Not a proper use of your juice Ambriana. This debate straddled the edge of soul development. It mattered to the Familiar this outcome. He was entrusted with not just the girl. Corn Silk was the guardian of those black leather lace-ups and that was big. From the warmth of his carrier his turquoise blue eyes glazed over when he thought of the women before Ambriana who grew up in those boots. The love and the heart break they inflicted and the equivalent breakage they endured. Corn felt a hair ball creating chaos in his gullet. Like owl pellets the furry wad projected. Spitting out the remnant white yellow ball, he said as gently as an old grandfather Slow down enough to clean them boots before you climb down, girl. If nothing else the cat's sideways caution made Bri disengage from the energy she knew was more than her own. She exhaled and eased up on the gas as she came to the red light.
"Okay, but I really do like the way he makes me feel. Like I'm made for being with him for adventures and education. I could use some wise company. No offense. Your wisdom is unquestionable it's just the human sort that is uncommon in my generation. Lane Baker is interesting." Bri felt the rumble inside her burble. It was pancake hunger with attitude.
Lane Baker is complicated, and, he is still in love with his ex-wife!
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