For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Constant Entanglement No; the wholly heartbroken Mark was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the scent of almond blossoms and frangipani nor the humble comfort of old Rogers hovel impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that former U.S. President Bill Clinton, the brightest, eternal 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 dangerous, enchanted girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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