'Take a breath, a deep one. Live in that participate moment. Feel the relief, it's more than a thousand folds. My dear, would you want to let go of such feeling, or forever live in it, till Death dances at your feets?.' —Rosemary to Maeve.
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ASHWOOD.
"That would be more than a coin in hand. But, if you can take it, then, no need for anymore hesitation," Grumpy Jude, Ashwood's known loud mouth, yelled at a woman who decided, foolishly, to head to his shop, to make some amendment for her clothes.
"Winter, oh, how cruel it can be so! So cruel, that I have to meet such a very," She pointed a finger at Jude, "... A very useless, Ugly, Grumpy Man!.."
The bald man's eyes twitched, "Watch your mouth woman?..."
"Or what?," She asked, fire in her eyes, "You going to sew my lips together with your rusty Needle?.."
The lady pulled her clothes from his hands, and gave him a dirty look, before walking outside, slamming the door shut to the rubbish she heard him say.
