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“Fair maid, I espy a loose thread. May I pull it… to see where it leads?”
“And where might it lead?” she asked in feigned innocence.
“Through wooded hills to Bedfordshire.”
“Where you’ll take me?” she asked with a jostle of shoulders.
42 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jostle
crispina kemp 
Lovely.
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🙂
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👍
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Oooh… naughty and delightful!
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I was playing it cute 🙂
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Uh huh… 😉
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Hey, you know me 🙂
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I do!
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🙂
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Ah, Bedfordshire, a place where one might get quite busy, but soon be at rest!
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That’s the place. Not sure everyone gets the reference.
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Loved this, Crispina. Clever writing. On the face of it, very sweet and innocence, but if you get the reference, it’s wonderfully flirty 🙂
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In which case, Sammi, I have to say it’s much like me 🙂
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🙂
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Ah. Beds …
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Bed, yes
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This is so sweet. I enjoyed so much. You can say tons through a few words
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The value of poetry
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Those are creepy trees in that creepy mist.
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Yea. (PS: the expression means to go to bed… up the wooded hills = stairs)
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