For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Among the Avian Kingdom No; the frightened girl was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the midst of her uncles grotesque curios impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Peason Sneaky Legs Longfellow, the enchanted brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work, had a full life in which he was a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one silent, underappreciated girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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