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Breath

The first time his breath came short was when he saw her.

She was wearing a simple dress, made of calico, and her hair was done up in the latest fashion. She had the most beautiful hair, the color of honey, and her eyes were a beautiful blue. She was with a group of similarly dressed young ladies, and were probably discussing the latest fashion and gossip, as women were wont to do. However, he sensed something different about her; he felt that she was someone he could rely on, a fellow lover of knowledge. He hesitantly walked up to her, and her group became quiet, watching every move he made, as if he were prey. He finally asked, “What’s your name?”
The girl laughed with a casual smile, and answered, “Betsy. Betsy Poole.”

And that was when Nathan’s heart was captured.

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