To Have And To Hold by Severina

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“Always got time to appreciate the pretty things, Daryl,” she said when she finally started slowly toward him. The leaves rustled beneath her old scuffed boots; there was a bramble stuck in her hair and a jagged hole in the sleeve of her sweater.

He watched her come and knew she was right.

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