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Wicked kicked mud frusterated. Why couldnt she just... forget her? That dark voice, that flowing mane. Others might think her spooky, or too dark or...
She sighed out into the night. But Wicked? Oh Wicked can't get her out of her mind. She kicks harder, tossing a rock into a pool and sighs even louder and longer.
"FINE." She stomps off into the night, determined to seek ... well... not advice. She'd do her own thing in her own way no matter WHO told her different. Lifting her chin high she pondered who to ask.
Cant be her parents, or any of her companions. They would laugh at her. Who could possibly understand that sometimes its hard to just say... Hi, I like you.