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Jeremiah Smallweed

    (01/10/2019 at 00:01)
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"The words ain't important."

Or, if they were, then they weren't as important.

He pulled the parchment out from beneath her finger, anyway. Still, he didn't look at it, but instead folded it in half, then half again, and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans.

He would read them, finally, later that evening, alone in his cabin before Virtue arrived, and a part of him would wish that he'd said those three words he kept to himself now.

"S'you readin' it what matters."
'cause my baby, she's a real peach
even when the night come crashin' down
real peach, and the nighttime rolls away, alright
and we're comin' back to the demon-killin' work of love

Camilla Carstairs

    (01/13/2019 at 14:07)
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It was stupid.

“That’s stupid, the words are important, obviously.” The words did matter, they way the flowed so smoothly, verses skillfully chained with each other, creating something bigger than just words.

A new meaning. Nor better, nor worse - enough.

Still, she closed the book, putting it to the side and turning so she was facing him. Legs crossed, one arm resting on the sofa’s headrest, a hand lingering on his shoulder.

As her thumb brushed his cheek she thought that perhaps he was right, maybe the words were not as important. And, as she leaned in to kiss him she reached the conclusion that no, he wasn’t right, as always.



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