For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Below the Verdant, Unconquered Moon No; Robert, even lovelier if possible in her grief, was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the plaintive braying of the Dons llamas nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the fearless Nelly, the looming masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman, had a full life in which he was the hapless captive of mind-devouring space aliens, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one intensely tawdry girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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