Till The Very EndFiona pivoted on the ball of her foot and slapped the young man across the face. He held her by the wrist; and was trying to stop her from walking away.Till The Very End
“Let go, Erik,” she growled.
“Fiona, I did not mean to embarrass you. Stop and talk to me,” he said releasing his grip.
“You humiliated me.”
They stood facing each other on a flat and muddy field. A cluster of tents stood about 100 feet away, and in the distance wooden bleachers could be seen rising on the horizon. Cheers from the bleachers were carried in the wind, and people could be seen going about their business. No on seemed to pay mu
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