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The Only Thing We Have to Fear...
Is Fear Itself
Is Fear Itself
Elizabeth looked up at him, and nodded. Inside the small bag she had to bring with her on the airplane, she kept a water bottle. (She actually wasn't sure how exactly it had gotten through security; Elizabeth had heard somewhere that they throw a fit over stuff like that).
She took the bottle out, handing it to Stephen. She cradled her hand with her other one. It had started to sting, and she didn't know of that was good or bad. It had also started to blister, but it seemed to be taking a lot longer than any other burn she'd ever gotten.
When she saw Stephen's smile break, she touched his arm gently. "Hey, it's alright. Just a cigarette burn. No biggie." truth was, she didn't know how deep the burn went, or even how long she had held the cigarette, all crumpled up in her hand.
She took the bottle out, handing it to Stephen. She cradled her hand with her other one. It had started to sting, and she didn't know of that was good or bad. It had also started to blister, but it seemed to be taking a lot longer than any other burn she'd ever gotten.
When she saw Stephen's smile break, she touched his arm gently. "Hey, it's alright. Just a cigarette burn. No biggie." truth was, she didn't know how deep the burn went, or even how long she had held the cigarette, all crumpled up in her hand.