Friday, December 3, 2010

WIP Think me a title

It started a couple of months into the relationship. It started out as something small. Just a small fight, but it soon escalated. The first time he hit her, she stared at him momentarily, thrown off, shocked. And then she pounced, hitting him, yelling, demanding an apology, how dare he, how fucking dare he. But he was strong, stronger then her, and he overpowered her. When she began to cry, he stopped, let go and apologised, something, she had thought, later on, that he should have done earlier.

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Baby loves to dance in the dark,

‘Cause when he’s looking she falls apart

Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark.

-Lady Gaga

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