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LEG·END

noun an extremely famous or notorious person, especially in a particular field.

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The brunette held onto his arm, keeping her small frame close to him. “I want you to have an opinion, okay?” she reminded him, keeping as close to him as she could. Her shoes made soft sounds over the tile of the corridor as Scout walked slowly, keeping her head down, not meeting the guards’ eyes.

“I will sweetheart,” Luka promised as he lowered himself down to place a kiss to her forehead, “I will have an opinion, but I want you to feel comfortable. You being comfortable and wanting to be here is what matters to me. My opinion comes second to tyou, always.”

Three’s Company

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KIEU:  I probably would’ve died from that  KIEU: But this french toast is top notch though.. KIEU: Still want a nice view?

DENVER: Don’t got much use for it now DENVER: Unless you have another reason to keep me motivated

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 "You’re embarrassing!“ “You act like a fucking child.”  "Sometimes I can’t remember why I ever loved you in the first place.“  "What did I tell you about trying to hold my hand in public?”  "I don’t want people to know that I’m dating you!“  "You’re pathetic…”  "You make me sad. Just looking at you…“  "I can’t be around you anymore.”  "You’re not worth it.“  "You’re nothing. Not to me. Not to anyone.”  "Stop looking at me like that…like you’re expecting me to care. You should know better by now.“ "You’re useless.”  "Loving you was the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done.“  "Pretending to love you was excruciating.”  "You thought I could really love someone like you?“  "I’m just…getting tired of you.”  "I have to get out. You’re ruining my life.“  "I used to dream about you but now you’re the star of my nightmares.”  "You’re a disappointment.“  "I tried to love you..I really did.”  "You’ll never be anything to me.“  "I wished you realized how much I’ve grown to loathe you.”  "You’re so ignorant.“  "You look ridiculous!”  "I’m not going out with you in public looking like that.”  "Every one makes fun of you.“  "You make me look bad.”  "You’re a waste of time.“ "I’m not yours anymore!”  "It’s not [her/him]! It’s anyone! I could love anyone more than I love you.“  "You don’t deserve me.”

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Ana de Armas by Greg Williams, January 2018

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“Then I’m coming out with you,” she spoke, resolve in her tone. The petite brunette moved towards the doors, hugging one of the elderly ladies, before she opened the large doors. Looking behind her, she made sure he was following. She wasn’t going to just let him go off into the day, not alone. 

“You don’t have to do that Paisley, “ he muttered and followed her out the large double doors. “Unlike me, I know you actually enjoy being here,” he added with a whisper. Hands left his pockets and travelled down to the pack of spokes he had hidden in his trouser pockets. “If you’re gonna come with me, wanna go back to our old spot?”

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“I’m sorry.” It was all she could say, really. She was sorry. No one had told him, but who would have known to? Paisley tugged at her cardigan nervously before apologizing to the couple that he’d knocked into. It was in her nature to think of anyone else but herself. To think of herself was a lesson she was still learning, even at 32 years old. “You don’t have to go…you. Well. Just didn’t know.”

“If I don’t get out of here and do somthing about how I feel in this moment, I won’t be allowed in this Temple for the rest of my life,” he cautioned and shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his jacket. “I’m not the man they want me to be,” he whispered, “and I’m sorry I couldn’t be here. I should have been here--”

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That was a sensitive topic at best. His sudden movement caused her to recoil, expecting a fist or something of the sort–even a grip that would leave whelps on her arm. “We’re not together,” she spoke, her voice shaking a bit. “Please…let go….please.” Her voice was almost pleading as the fear in her eyes dissipated. “Your mother can explain to you. It’s not something I want to talk about.”

The fear in her eyes at his hold near left him stumbling back. He let her hand slip away like silk ribbon, and his feet shuffled back away from her petite form to the point of knocking into a couple who stood behind him. His muscles tensed, his eyes scanning the room for a moment. "I'm sorry," his mind had quickly come to the very real conclusion that someone had hurt his friend and he didn't like the ache it gave him. it made him feel helpless because he hadn't been there to protect her. "I'm just going to go..."

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“Watch your mouth,” she warned, her eyes going wide for a moment. His mouth was one thing that had always set him apart from the rest of the people she was around on a daily basis–his mouth and the things he did with it, really. Paisley shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her cardigan to her slender frame. “I should really go,” she spoke, looking around nervously. If he mentioned him enough, she feared he’d somehow show up, even though he was serving time in jail. 

Brows furrowed at their center. Had he said something wrong? At first, Griffin stepped away, fearing he had said something wrong and decided to give her space -- then he was stepping forward as he second-guessed himself. A hand lurched out, taking hold of her quickly, "Paisley," he spoke quickly, his voice soft, "what's wrong? What did I do?"

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“I’d hate to see what you did to that poor cat,” she mocked from between ruby lips, hands moving to rest on the swell of her hips. “Probably roughed it up real good, huh?” she questioned. Paisley’s eyes shifted up to look at him, getting a good look as they narrowed. “Well you’re the one that ran off to enlist instead of doing your mission,” she reminded, her jaw set. “How are you?”

Griffin withheld a heavy sigh when she had brought up his mission. He had never connected with his family’s religious practices.  It held him back from reaching his full potential, or so he thought. “Enlisting was the best damn decison I evr made,” he defended, his voice firm -- the brotherhood he had formed was stronger than anything he could have managed in their community. “I’m good, it’s nice to be home, taking a break from all the travelling. What about you, where’s the husband I heard so much about between tours?” Once upon a time, his mothered had gone on and on about how Paisley had married such a wonderful Mormon man. Griffin had never heard about the downfall of their marriage. 

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Time was a fickle thing, and Paisley Lewis knew that. Sometimes, it flew by; others it dragged by like a finger through molasses, aching for a sweet breath of relief. Her divorce had been the latter, long and arduous at best, but the community that she’d grown up in had always had her back, even though divorce was frowned upon in most circumstances. Hers had been an exception, even the talk of the congregation. She’d leaned on those around her, including the Lenderman family, who’d let her stay for a while while she got herself on her feet. Walking through the pews after service, she gave the woman and a face she’d not seen in ages a smile–brown eyes narrowed for a split second, but she gave him a genuine smile before moving towards him. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

She was just as he remembered; petite, adorable, and always trying to press his buttons in the slightest of ways. Pushing up from his seat, his form towering over hers. He wanted to reach out and take her in a careful embrace but knew this was far from the place for that. "Was a pretty big cat," Griffin assured her, his hand reaching back to slick back the blonde strands that slipped down into his face. "You look good," he complimented, "it's been a long time--"

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It had been years since he hand been to Temple, yet it had all the same smells, sights and friendly faces. In many ways Griffin felt unwelcome in the place of worship ashe had done many things to disappoint this people. A frequent smoker and often endulging in coffee and sex he was not a model Mormon. It wasn't his own desire to go to temple however, today he attended for his mother. Sitting beside her, his bright eyes scanned the crowed, smiling at the faces he hadn't seen in years due to being moved around with the navy. It felt good to be home, and it felt even better to see a face he longed to see. Paisley. Damn, he used to have the biggest crush on that girl with her large brown eyes and innocent smile.

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