I'm playing the 7/7/7 game. Anyone who wants to play, can. I'm not tagging anyone.
Go to the 7th page of your current WIP, 7th line, and copy/paste 7 sentences...
From Faith's Labor, Holiday USA series, rough draft:
She nodded again. "They blame me.
They're right. There's no one to blame but me. My choices, not theirs."
He leaned back and crossed his
arms, glanced down, and uncrossed his arms. The self-conscious action tickled a
place near her heart.
"I--" He opened his mouth
again, but nothing came out.
She smiled, a mix of amusement and
sorrow struggling for supremacy. "How much do you know?"
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