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Erin Richards: Hey, thanks a billion for the reviews! I stand by my statement, India kicks major ass. Anyways, I'm glad its getting tense⦠that was the idea. Thanks again.
-SQ
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Inside her cabin, Morgan lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She missed having Jack beside her as she slept at night, yet somehow she knew this way was best. All the effort in the world was not summoning sleep to her. She was preoccupied. Jack and Meryl made her insanely suspicious. She was there watching almost all of their duels, and yet somehow she believed Jack derived some other pleasure from such engagements, more than just the sporting kind. It was almost as if the way Jack made her feel with a single kiss was the same way he would feel crossing blades with his old 'friend'.
She sighed wistfully, wishing above everything, that she was lying there next to him. For a moment, she was almost ready to go lie with him in his room, but then thought the better of it. Jack took to bed late and rose early, leaving little time for any sort of conversation. She lay her dark-haired head back on the pillows and closed her eyes, remembering the first time that she and Jack had kissed.
And finally, though hard to find, sleep did come.
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I know you have better things to do but for the love of God, please review the damn story. Even one word. I promise I'll reply. Thanks,
-SQ
