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."
"What makes you think I'd be any good as a teacher?"
he asked.
"Because you were so good at teaching me."
"I was good at teaching you," he said, "because you were
an excellent student. You could do anything you set your
mind to," he continued. "You settle for too little from
yourself. If only you - "
"Please! Not that speech again," she complained.
"But you could be so much more if only you tried," he
insisted, touching his fingers to the palm of her hand.
"Isn't that the same thing your brother always says to
YOU?" she countered. "Doesn't he always say that you're
wasting yourself on all these pictures?"
He scowled. "Don't change the subject. We're talking
about you - and you know I'm right. You're capable of
doing all sorts of things; you're too easily content."
"Content? Me?" she laughed seductively. "Never." And
with that, she dropped the sheet she had been holding and
began unbuttoning her blouse.
"No one stops an argument like you," he chuckled,
removing his own shirt.
Their bed was a sheet on the soft grass, their roof was
the afternoon sky, and their souls were one soul long after
their passion was spent.
As the afternoon light faded, Kyra felt a chill
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