Acquiescent

They had the same kind of dynamites backthen, 

She held hers,tight 

And so did he, but not for long till he blazed his fuze

“None of your fault” she said, “i let you sit beside me backthen”.

“Sorry, you will be okay” he left her with schorches fulfill her body

“I will” she said, quietly.

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