Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 10, 2010 9:42:39 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved as he watched Anna walk away. Not for the first time he wondered how Michael could have left her for him. He shook his head at himself. Then he reached into his pocket and dug out a Sickle of his own, which gave a heavy clink as it joined the others in the jar. He sat down and set to enjoying the rest of the chapstick on his lips while it lasted, then had a long drink of water.
