For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Inchoate Night No; the softly-sobbing Marion was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the plaintive braying of the Dons llamas 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 Doctor Oliver, the flashing loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away, had a full life in which he was starring in yet another film with Nelson Gödel, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one flashing, renewed girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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