The Isolated Blurt Thread XX: The Ghost of Blurt Threads Past

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That hurricane is going to come right up the Chesapeake. Lordy, that means my power will be out for a month.

I'm a little concerned about that myself. Haven't been out for a month; my neighborhood is usually a week or two. Fun times.
 
Getting mail is always fun.

Not thrilled with the way that went, but I'm sure it will work out.
 
“Then kiss me, Claire,” he whispered. “And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

I couldn’t answer, but kissed him, first his hand, its crooked fingers warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, haven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.
 
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