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What can you say is truly yours?
Truly mine, huh? Hmmmm. I don't own property. Not any more, any way. I sold the farm after Anya and my son died. No sense keeping land if you're not going to work it or even see it for months -- maybe years -- on end. I travel pretty light, too. Sure, I have some weapons, but they get some pretty hard use. If I had a dinar for every staff or sword I've broken in a fight, I'd have Salmoneous following me around like a drooling puppy dog. Not that I need them. Most of the time, I just rely on my hands and my feet and my sense of balance. A little guy like me has more leverage against a bigger opponent than you might think, if he has the right training. You know, come to think of it, that's what's truly mine. My experience. And my skill.
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Can I have it now?
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He reached into the pocket of his leather britches and pulled out his closed hand, holding the 'kiss.'
"Here you go." He very solemnly placed 'it' in the palm of her hand.
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She bit her bottom lip as her fingers curled around it.
'Someone stole my kiss.'
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She grabbed his shoulders and kissed his lips softly, like Michael had done to her. 'And he stole my kiss.'
She frowned a little sadly, but then smiled, 'But you have to...' She turned around, 'Touch my wings.'
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'See, it tickles.' Turning to face him she nodded, 'First gone, but Bliss said i can still have firsts with people. Like...' Her fingers went to her lips, 'Like i just did with you.' Her face flushed.
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She frowns a little, 'Was...was that kiss special?'