"What are you doing?” Charley called to Bruce Lee-Chips-Peter, as she caught him going through her handbag noisily.
He kept going, ignoring her being there, and plucked out a satin purse that held her precious mirror inside - the one that her uncle had bestowed her from the sleepy grove.
“Hey!” she was in plain sight now, and startled by this old guy’s rudeness. “Put that down!” she commanded. But he had now taken the mirror out from its casing and was holding it up, looking hard into its window.
“Let me give you another one instead,” she said, grabbing her bag and trying to find her make-up mirror to replace the one he had in his hand.
“Here, you take this one,” she pressed emphatically - “it is much better,” Charley was trying to hide her annoyance at this little man who had no business meddling with her stuff.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
He kept going, ignoring her being there, and plucked out a satin purse that held her precious mirror inside - the one that her uncle had bestowed her from the sleepy grove.
“Hey!” she was in plain sight now, and startled by this old guy’s rudeness. “Put that down!” she commanded. But he had now taken the mirror out from its casing and was holding it up, looking hard into its window.
“Let me give you another one instead,” she said, grabbing her bag and trying to find her make-up mirror to replace the one he had in his hand.
“Here, you take this one,” she pressed emphatically - “it is much better,” Charley was trying to hide her annoyance at this little man who had no business meddling with her stuff.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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