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"Their treachery was the fire that tempered my soul; now I am the sword that will bring their downfall." ~Araneae Ruber.
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HE LANDED softly on the side of Irene's window; he had just gotten there when Irene handed Archibald the two fruits.
'Don't tell me that's all she has through of the day?' He thought, hands slowly clenching to a fist.
'She needs to take care of her herself more.'
Meanwhile, Archibald looked at her dumbfound. "You mean, this is all you have eating for the day?" He asked.
"Yep, and It is really delicious too." She smiled, Biting into the Eclipse Plum. She let the tart flavor steep into her throat before the sweet aftertaste followed.
Irene shook her hands, waiting for Archibald to take the fruit she offered from her hands.
"You don't want some? They are really juicy."
