74 // Writing Prompts 149 and 150

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149. Her metal hand clamped down on his wrist.

150. He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight he looked more handsome and more human than ever before. "I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said.

Bonus: "My shield is glowing. Why is my shield glowing?"


Well guys, this is the end.

I've had a lot of fun doing this, and I'm sad that it has to come to a close, but I can't do it forever.

Thank you to everyone!

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