Wednesday, July 15, 2009

He had no idea how much she wanted to talk to him. But how could she tell him that her father and his men still listened to every word she spoke? Frustrated was the understatement of the year. She had never felt so frustrated, so tied down. At the same time, she felt free. The awareness of what she had been so close to, had been a part of once, too long ago to remember much about. That made her free. She was lonely most days, but she was no longer alone. Only she could not tell him, in a way he would understand, how afraid she was because she knew they were listening.

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