For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Burning Heart, Remarkable Season No; the terrified Oddman was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the plaintive braying of the Dons llamas nor the now-familiar confines of Eltons grass hut impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Long Sydney, the unknown, green and pleasant man who had taught her how to feel, had a full life in which he was drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Lawrence, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one chelonian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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