"Alright nowI'm more comfortable to talk. Maybe I should have explained thingsbefore." He turned his attention back toward Kaitlyn, "I'll give you ata...e or two of what the rock does to a man. You might believe it if yousee it, because I know you'll have trouble believing anything that sluttells you." I'm not a slut!" Megan squeaked. "You guys turned me into a girl, but atleast you didn't get to make me a whore! ...Like what happened to yourbrother," she defiantly added."Okay, you're not a. “I will,” he said.****He gazed at the ruins of his best friend through the opaque window of the sequestered room. The psyche ward had a different persona than did the other sections of the institution, he thought.He sure was thin. Probably not eating. He could afford to eat, he knew. He’d checked up on the man surreptitiously over the last many years when opportunities to do so made sense, even Claire didn’t know about that effort on his part.The sonovabitch had his disability from Social. Don’t hesitate to contribute a piece of your writing and add a twist to the story; the setting is quite flexible and interesting in my opinion. Have fun.Although it was definitely not the end of its troubles, the end of the war against the Turks brought relief to the Holy Roman Empire and, although many brave men had faced their death at the battlefields, the great army returned home. Thus, from the hostile eastern lands, back to his quiet estate near the town of Cold Creek in Moravia came. There was no need for her to read the words now, that need had long since passed, she could recite them without thought or effort, so deeply were they ingrained upon her memory. But that was not the point, the ritual required she read each word aloud, so that is exactly what she did. Beatrice was pedantic in her obedience.As the words flowed she felt the change begin, felt her identity shifting. Little by little, word by word, Beatrice surrendered to the change, accepting, welcoming, needing..
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