High Noon
By Amanda Firefox
High Noon. The showdown we both knew was coming.
Fingers itch over my guns; one called Pain and other called Desire. Aim high, aim true.
Aim for the heart.
No one moves. Time seems to tense in the stale, dry heat. He winks. I stand my ground.
No way I’m going to back down.
Not this time.
Not this time.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little blue-eyed brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
By Amanda Firefox
High Noon. The showdown we both knew was coming.
Fingers itch over my guns; one called Pain and other called Desire. Aim high, aim true.
Aim for the heart.
No one moves. Time seems to tense in the stale, dry heat. He winks. I stand my ground.
No way I’m going to back down.
Not this time.
Not this time.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little blue-eyed brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys.
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