6 SENTENCE SUNDAY...on Monday. I'm late.

oKay I'm late...again.
Six sentences and, oh yeah, it's Monday. Sorry.
Will try for perfection starting tomorrow.
In celebration of NaNoWriMo, let's do six from there.
“Fine...I’ve never done this before. I can you tell, I stink at eye contact with a camera staring down at
me. Whatever you can do to make this as painless as possible and satisfy my father is appreciated.”
She stood with her arms crossed. Her breasts were pushed upward and he tore his gaze away before
she noticed. Hell, with a body like hers shouldn’t she be married or locked away somewhere.
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