Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #533 Words: signal, plaid, club, drive, fire, lone, joke, ice, fly, join, life, merry They were Fire and Ice– no joke. You'd wonder why they didn't drive each other crazy. Friends wondered how this could fly in the face of everyday life. He was a loner, stoner, stay– at-homer. She had a quick wit, laughed easily, and joined a myriad of clubs. Her merry demeanor endeared her to all she met. At home, the couple were in step with each other. She would rest her head on his soft, plaid shirt. He would screw up his face, trying to reach an itch. That was her signal to use her long nails for his pleasure. Really, it was all about individual freedom, and trust. Neither Fire nor Ice felt threatened. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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Lovely story.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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This is awesome. I love this so much.
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Thanks so much, sungrain!
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Liked the story, loved the flow.
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Thanks, J Cosmo!
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