They stand thirty paces apart in the hot desert sun. Hermia's staring so fierce at him, Lysander can't help but wonder if this is going to turn into a shoot-out. He hopes it doesn't—they might be enemies, but he's really starting to like her.

They stand thirty paces apart in the hot desert sun. Hermia's staring so fierce at him, Lysander can't help but wonder if this is going to turn into a shoot-out. He hopes it doesn't—they might be enemies, but he's really starting to like her.
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