THEIR POSSESSION
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ABIGAIL
................she was young and wise beyond her years,but there was always something holding her back,hindering her free spirit.
She belonged but yet she didn't. She was never ready or willing to conform to the traditional views of the spineless individuals around her.
Books and solitude kept her company.
She didn't need anything more or did she?
What possible lesson or blessing could she take away from falling in love...
The one emotion that could rip a person to shreds or empower them to be more than they actually were...
What could she gain from loving a man that was her teacher?
From having an unorthodox relationship with his brother as well?
For loving them both...
Is it possible to love, share your heart,mind and body with two powerful enchanting beings?
Abigail is about to test that theory I hope her heart stays intact.
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