Scars and Bruises
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  • Reads 1,002
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 8
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Aug 05, 2013
Brown locks that seemed to splash against anyone within arm's reach whenever it was windy, jet black orbs that seemed endless, a body carved into perfection hidden in those clothes made to bring her comfort not to impress, and legs that seemed to go on forever whenever she gives a flying kick against her opponent. She was the epitome of perfection and grace. 

Gwyneth.

A name uttered by the referee once the fight was done that sent shivers down the spines of the bystanders as they hollered in response; she gave me the chills. Our eyes met and I somehow expected her to look shocked or at least frightened, instead she gave me a wink. 

And I was the one shocked to say the least.
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