For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Instinctive No; the wholly heartbroken River was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the fragrance of a new spring nor the chill gloom of the crypt impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the fearless June, the nigh-illicit, foreign, byzantine soldier-lover of her youthful imaginings, had a full life in which he was starring in yet another film with Holly Hershey, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one silent, inchoate girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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