Francis popped up for a visit. Annie was not opposed to having a little fun, but she just didn’t want it to be at her expense or the expense of others, especially with Francis around.
Francis: “Where can I put my things?”
Annie: “In the guest bedroom.”
The air between them settled into the night, inviting in the corruption of the day. Annie felt herself suffocating from Francis’ presence. His breathing drove her insane.
Francis: “You gotta light?”
Annie: “You know I don’t smoke.”
Francis: “Oh, yeah. Sucks to be you.”
Annie closed her eyes and counted to ten.
A Cornered Gurl 
Reality or fiction? Perhaps in between?
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Fiction. No one visits me all too often and if they do, I have to be able to tolerate them. Lol.
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lol ah! I see.
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Relationships are so fascinating to me.
This was my favorite line, “The air between them settled into the night, inviting in the corruption of the day.”
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Thank you, Ali. Cousins can be a bit of a pain sometimes. 😊
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Not the most healthy relationship, it seems.
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Haha. He’s a distant cousin of Annie’s. Trust me she doesn’t want him around.
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Ah, I see. It’s the blood connection.
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Yes, those family ties. Lol.
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A blessing and a curse. (It’s obvious which one Francis is.)
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Haha. Come on now, Mags! Yes, ma’am!
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😀
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Or counted to fifty.
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Haha. With Francis around, counting to 50 might be best. Lol.
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