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Dig this, Jules, I’m the eldest of 7 children. Count them… 1234567, Me, I’m the eldest. I was the only girl for 19 years. Then, my little sister happened. All 5 of my brothers are significantly younger than me, but to this day, they are overprotective of both me and my sister. They have reason to be. There are vultures out there, waiting & preying. And, while I’m praying, my brothers prepare for war.

They are always ready.

ALWAYS READY

To cold bust off something horrible if they have to. And, I’m thankful for them, truly, I am. They have warred for me even when I was not aware. Battling is their thing. They’re good at it, superb, even.

I hold my own, no problems. But, I can dial them up if ever I have to. But, what if I cannot? I can box, right? I carry a knife, right? I can slit a throat and not bat an eye. I’m a fighter if I gotta be. But, do I really wannabe? Nope.

I would hate to ever be in a situation that blatantly removes me from my comfort zone and sticks me into one in which my body is no longer my own. I would hate to have to be faced with the decision to act in a way I don’t normally do, but I’d have to. My life… is all I have. But, when/if it happens, will I be all words?

That’s my fear. And, my brothers would have a field day on that person or persons later, but the damage will be done.

And, I don’t wannabe damaged. I don’t want anyone to be.

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