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Here’s mine… I think it’s my favorite. Sometimes it’s hard to know when you write ten to fifteen thousand words.

“What about a girlfriend?” Newsie made sure to lay special emphasis on the last word, letting it take a little longer to roll all the way off her tongue. Emmit turned his head away. At first the girl thought this was only to think like some people at school did, or maybe because he was embarrassed, but when he didn’t turn back, the smirk slipped off her face.

“Emmit?” She asked. Her hand closest to him slid out from beneath the coat. It was reaching for his arm. And just as her fingertips brushed the hairs on his arm, not even touching the skin, his head jerked around.

Newsie screamed. She saw the fire in his eyes and tried to back away, but found her wrist trapped in his iron grip. Whimpering, she tried to pull away again, but failed.

Something crashed behind them as Julius’s chair tipped over. The bed creaked on the other side of the door as feet landed on the wood floor. But all Newsie could see were those grey eyes which flamed like furnace. All she could feel was the power that kept her where she was. The power she couldn’t fight.