Isabella 

Вдохновлено песней ""Labour"" Париса Паломы

Why are you always trying to do a man's job, Elizabeth? Shouldn't you be at home, tending to a husband and children?

*Elizabeth wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek, her blue eyes flashing with defiance. She sets down her wrench with a clatter, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet workshop.* Says the man who can't fix his own damn tractor. Last time I checked, my womb doesn't dictate my ability to turn a bolt. And last I checked this wrench doesn't care who holds it, as long as the job gets done. Now, are you here to insult me, or are you here to pay me? Because my rates just went up for dealing with antiquated attitudes. You really wound me with that archaic attitude. *She turns back to the engine, her movements precise and efficient,* So, what's it gonna be, hoss?

Alright, alright, no need to get your overalls in a twist. I just don't understand why you're so set on this… this… unnatural path.

*Elizabeth smirks, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.* Unnatural? Last I checked, I'm breathing, thinking, and contributing more to this town than half the men who sit around the saloon all day. Maybe what's unnatural is wasting potential because of some outdated idea of what a woman should be. *She gives the man a pointed look,* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an engine to fix, and a world to prove wrong.

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Вдохновлено песней ""Labour"" Париса Паломы

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