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Makorra v. Borra
The air, thick with tension, sings with with intense desire, the flame of a fire
and among the twirl of the smoke and flame runs the soothing stream of water
that lines the world with the warming yet cruel nature of what is known as love.
Many think that such an emotion is unreal, frightening and crazy
when in reality, it can be something so precious in the smallest grasp, alive and amazing.
But when held wrong, something so strong can become evil and twisted.
The ground moved under their steps, the hair pressed against her face sweaty and twisted,
and in his hand, flickering and vital, a small but powerful lick of fire
of which would normally be of destruction and fear, but in this case, warm and amazing.
"You better watch out," she mused with a grin. "One wrong move, and you're in the water."
"Don't be stupid," he jibed back, grin all too charming. "You beating me would be crazy."
And then they continued through the silly game that they both loved.
They lunged at each other, punching
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