Six Sentences!

I'm about three minutes late, but bear with me. I've been and the renaissance festival all day. You're lucky I'm upright.

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She tilted her head as she studied him. “Do you live your whole life this footloose?” she asked, trying to hide the note of envy in her voice.

He just grinned. “I live my life for you, lady.”

She shook her head again. “You’re just nuts, man.”

Six Sentence Sunday

I should probably note that this isn't any sort of official Six Sentence Sunday, as I am not affiliated with the people who originated it. This is more of a motivator for me to get off my ass and write.

Rather than babble any more, six sentences from my WIP.

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In all honesty, though they billed her by her full name, she much preferred to be called Al. Yes, like the Paul Simon song.

“Alejandra!”

She winced. Not that she could get her boyfriend to call her that. There was just something odd about her full name in a German accent.