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Soturo Ayami
Magistrate
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08-23-2010, 05:41 PM
It was his fault. Somehow this was all his fault. She knew it was. The reason they were lost was because her stupid, husband was a moron. Even though Dasha couldn’t prove it he was. Who did arranged marriages anymore!? Apparently her family.
She was blissfully unaware of this until about half a year ago when she actually got to meet him. She will admit to herself was almost smitten with him considering he was a good looking man. She would not deny it but her was very arrogant at least to her he seemed. He had that air like he could walk into a room and have any girl he wanted. No matter how true that may have been she wouldn’t put up with it. Now she was stuck out in the middle of nowhere with this man. Whoopie. The fates were messing with her for sure. This was a test. Probably to show her she was destined for him, her one and only. Well she wouldn’t have it. That was too cliché and stupid fancies like that got you heartache. She knew that all too well.
She rolled over onto her side. She hadn’t actually gotten any sleep or was knocked out for that matter. God she was glad she was wearing sensible shoes and she wasn’t on one of her high-heeled kicks. Stilettos were nice but they had no practical use. Her eyes flutter open as she stares into the grass. Now was not the time to think of frivolities this was serious. She just hoped she’d be able to keep her cool out here, especially since she’d be alone with him. “I hate you…” She mumbles sitting up.
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