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Prompt: Palm
Her palms were sweaty.
Such a cliché, but it happened every time. She’d been in dangerous situations, come close to death; you’d think she’d get over her nervous reaction.
He walked towards her, eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t look away, it was like he had her under a spell. She took one stumbling step towards him, as if she had no control over her body.
How did he do this to her?
Willow surreptitiously wiped her hand on her skirt before she twined her fingers through Oz’s. Smiling back at him, she thought he’d always give her sweaty palms.
Such a cliché, but it happened every time. She’d been in dangerous situations, come close to death; you’d think she’d get over her nervous reaction.
He walked towards her, eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t look away, it was like he had her under a spell. She took one stumbling step towards him, as if she had no control over her body.
How did he do this to her?
Willow surreptitiously wiped her hand on her skirt before she twined her fingers through Oz’s. Smiling back at him, she thought he’d always give her sweaty palms.
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Good job!
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Well done.
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