For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Final Passions in the Almost Untamable Bedsides No; the softly-sobbing Reggie was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the shouts of the street hawkers nor the quiet chapel where they had first met impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that former U.S. President Ronald Reagan, the avian one person left who could help her, had a full life in which he was dancing away the hot Rio nights with the sultry Fanny, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one intensely tender, avian, quite almost ebony girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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