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Continuing from last week...after literally falling for his dream girl, Duncan lost his heart in her eyes and her readily expressed concern for him. Let's see where it goes from there. *creative punctuation has been used*
He rose with as much grace as he could muster under the circumstances and stared at her without being remotely abashed.
The lady made no comment, merely looked at him for what seemed like both hours and mere seconds. “What is your name?”
“Duncan. What is yours, will I be able to say it?”
She frowned slightly, confused. “Why should you not?”
“I have heard that angels’ names are not fit for human tongues--and you must surely be an angel.”
That Duncan is such a sweet-talker, but he's never used that line before. This girl brings out his inner poet.
I'm battling another bad headache tonight, but hoping it won't be plaguing me tomorrow.