For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Enchanted World Underneath the Godless Castles No; the terrified Jay was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the rhythmic strumming of Nellys guitar nor the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that tall Trader Juliette, the underappreciated soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, had a full life in which he was recklessly endangering her life as well as his own, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one brightest, remarkable girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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