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Sweenett chapter 7Mrs. Lovett finally fell asleep in Sweeney's arms at about four in the morning. He let out a relieved sigh. He honestly had no idea what to say or do to help her. He just held her and let her cry in his chest It wasn't much, but it was all he could offer and she seemed to be ok with it Poor Mrs. Lovett, if he was just a minute late only God knows what that bastard would do to her Things that Turpin did to his Lucy His Lucy Suddenly he felt guilty. He felt guilty for almost forgetting about her. For not trying as hard to kill the Judge as he should For avenging Mrs. Lovett's almost rape before he did Lucy's. He felt guilty for loving Mrs. Lovett, for caring about her, for holding her. He carefully got out of bed. The last thing he wanted was to wake her up. He could not hear her cry again. He could not handle it. He couldn't even bare to look at her, for she reminded him of his betrayal. He could not go through with this. He suddenly felt something inSweenett chapter 7 by mary-DBBC
Sweenett chapter 6It was spring. April to be exact. Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd have been concealing their little affair really well from the public. But, to tell the truth they were both kind of surprised that no one had found out about it. Sometimes it was so obvious. For example, Sweeney would leave his shop and come down to hers, to offer his assistance, but whenever he found the chance he kissed her lips. He had become quite dependant on her. He could not even sleep without her by his side. It was all new to him, but not to her. She had been dreaming about this since the day she first set eyes on him. She always was a dreamer. She would always close her eyes and imagine the prince that was going to steal her heart. Ever since she was a little girl she knew how she wanted the man who would marry her to be. She wanted him tall, so she could bury her face in his chest. Dark, she didn't know why, but she always liked men with dark hair, when every friend she had was dreaming about a golden-haired knight.Sweenett chapter 6 by mary-DBBC
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