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iah, I do understand why you feel upset, but to make up so many" |
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"The reason I know so much about you is because Pierce wrote a screenplay in which you are the hero. Do you know what a screenplay is?" She didn't wait for him to respond. "It's like a script for a play, except the play is performed by actors who act in front of a camera that records all the action. Then the whole play can be run at screens all over the world before millions of people at once. In my day, there are lots of special effects, too. Weapons are much better than your silly, one-shot Pennsylvania rifle." |
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He stood and walked toward her. "Stop this, Mariah." |
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She backed away, placing the table between him and her. "Sure, I'll stop. But I'll tell you first the reason I was so upset before. You see, at the end of the screenplay about you, you're challenged to a duel by a young soldier named Billy. I think I know who he is nowthat Will. I don't know what he has against you; that's for you to find out. But I think the 'grievous wrong' I'm supposed to right here is that I need to stop this duel. And do you know what? I'm not sure I can." |
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She hurried to the door of the house and pulled it open. "I only wish," she said, "that I didn't give a damn." |
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She slammed the door behind her. |
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