He bared his teeth in a scowl. How dare the woman say something so ludicrous about herself. "You are perfect just the way you are and anyone who says otherwise needs to swing from a pike. I am simply unsure this neighbor of yours can appreciate you."
Her shoulders relaxed, and the lines around her lips softened. "You've never even met him, so how do you know what he's like?"
"I need not meet him to know he is a coward. Why has he not beaten down your door and demanded that I leave?"
She rolled her eyes. "He doesn't know you're here."
"Such a thing would not stop me from claiming what is mine."
"That's the most illogical thing I have ever heard. Besides, this is America. We do not beat down doors."
"Over the centuries I have learned that origins matter naught. If a man has not the bravery to fight for his woman, then he is no man at all."
*full credits to Gena Showalter
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