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ficlets100 - number seven.
001. | Guilt | 002. | New | 003. | Solitude | 004. | Content | 005. | Tale |
006. | Distort | 007. | Luxury | 008. | Listen | 009. | Party | 010. | Scent |
011. | Storm | 012. | Lessons | 013. | Apology | 014. | Relief | 015. | Breeze |
016. | Fading | 017. | Passion | 018. | Stay | 019. | Rain | 020. | Within |
021. | Dread | 022. | Revenge | 023. | Time | 024. | Perfect | 025. | Eyes |
026. | Bloom | 027. | Beginning | 028. | Bath | 029. | Object | 030. | Lost |
031. | Pride | 032. | Death | 033. | Dance | 034. | Remember | 035. | Savage |
036. | Late | 037. | Crossroads | 038. | Change | 039. | Hope | 040. | Dawn |
041. | Hero | 042. | Annoy | 043. | Trouble | 044. | Imagine | 045. | Believe |
046. | Words | 047. | Home | 048. | Understand | 049. | Cage | 050. | Animal |
051. | Woods | 052. | Fun | 053. | Dare | 054. | Spell | 055. | Pray |
056. | Warmth | 057. | Mess | 058. | Leap | 059. | Attention | 060. | Shopping |
061. | Dessert | 062. | Paper-cut | 063. | Compromise | 064. | Mouth | 065. | Gone |
066. | Intuition | 067. | Fairies | 068. | Gift | 069. | Priceless | 070. | Jewel |
071. | Grin | 072. | Quake | 073. | Blush | 074. | System | 075. | Pressure |
076. | Crash | 077. | Closer | 078. | Break | 079. | Habit | 080. | Safe |
081. | Confusion | 082. | Someday | 083. | Instigate | 084. | Goodnight | 085. | Paint |
086. | Always | 087. | Guide | 088. | Embrace | 089. | Fall | 090. | Help |
091. | Different | 092. | Anticipation | 093. | Real | 094. | Enough | 095. | Again |
096. | Glorify. | 097. | Lack thereof. | 098. | Fix. | 099. | Smile. | 100. | A little. |
toward the terra -> ⌈81.⌋ Confusion.
“I was actually supposed to talk with Mandy about our next class. Sam, don’t you have to find out-— what Keith’s doing? Make sure he's doing alright?”
He opened his mouth to say no, of course not, Keith can take care of himself, better than I can, but her eyes and Jomy’s confused face clued him in. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I do. Thanks for reminding me, Swena. Bye, Jomy.”
They both left the library, leaving Jomy sitting there (he’d done that freezing thing again), and Sam couldn’t help but notice how the light caught on the silver band around the other’s head. Funny, that he'd lost that bracelet Sam'd given him, but he wore something around his forehead.
On second thought, images of all the times he'd seen that thing flash without light, as Jomy froze and unfroze with a pained expression on his face, as he forgot about conversations in the middle of them-- on second thought, maybe it wasn't so funny.