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Kayla sighed. "They are" She agreed, smiling slightly to herself. "After a few bloody fights, I ended up getting better with a needle. I did ask a few people from the gardens for help and that helped quite a lot. By the end of my schooling, Hunter and Tom were both covered in stitches, though they looked a lot better." |
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Gale shifted away,as she continued,forcing himself back over. "Well,that's good." He mutters,shutting his eyes. |
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Kayla stopped as he moved before continuing. She finished silently, tying off the last stitch. "Done" She said quietly, laying her hand on his |
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Gale looked at the stictches and whistled,looking back up. "Two things.Forgot how bad this hurts.Second,better then I could ever do." He says,smiling as she laid her hand on his. |
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Kayla smiled softly and looked at him. "Be careful" She said quietly |
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"Yeah yeah,whatever." He mutters,putting on a mischeivos smile spreading on his face. |
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"I know you won't no matter how much I say it" She said, looking deep into his eyes |
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"Ah!There you go,starting to learn my ways." Gale purred,staring back into her eyes. |
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"Maybe i'm starting to figure you out" She said softly, mostly teasing |
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"Maybe,just maybe." He says,turning and walking out of the tent. |
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