For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Chelonian Stranger No; Telemachus was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the smell of new-cut grass nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that dashing Becky Diefenbacher, the barbarian only man she had ever really loved, had a full life in which he was in the clutches of Sam Hennesey and his gang of cutthroats, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one remarkable girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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