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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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| 1 |
(1) Mr. Dixon "Mr. Dixon, this is my son, Blaise. I told you about him. He can be shy around new people," she said, her voice like a satin ribbon, wrapping gently around the man to draw his attention in. She lied like it was an art form. |
3,447 | 7 |
| 2 |
(2) Michael My mother could walk around easily as if nothing had ever happened, back to her old self. To being mysterious, powerful and overly beautiful, walking around the green grass of our large property in nothing but her nightclothes, daring the married men to look. I found myself drawing the curtains, and glancing over my shoulder, even when I was alone. |
3,223 | 7 |
| 3 |
(3) Henry “You seemed strange tonight Blaise. Distant...” She had said, casually, blue eyes staring at the set of carved stone chess pieces that stood, mid-game in front of us. When she had requested I play with her I knew that this was coming. Not that we often talked when playing chess together, but just because of the way she had said it. They way she had somehow ordered in a request. |
5,134 | 5 |
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