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He swung me up in his strong arms as if I was nothing more than a ragdoll and pocketed the bottle before picking up the abandoned glass and carrying me to my room. My head rolled back between my shoulder blades as he staggered up the stairs with my weight.

By swampygreenie, February 1, 2014.

Authored by SwampyGreenie, here.

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His comforting hand held my back, delaying my legs from collapsing under me. My knees did not reach the floor before he had lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his car.

By maddison, March 16, 2015.
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Each arm was merely a taut strap of bone and strained muscle against the weight of the water clasped at the end of each hand. The buckets swung into Ellika's spindly legs, their momentum almost destroying hers. But now that she was ten there were no more exceptions made, she had to take her turn in the difficult chores along with the rest and that meant the dawn trip to the waterfall.