For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Looming Barbarian No; the twice-jilted Argo was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the shouts of the street hawkers nor the secret alcove they had both come to know so well impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the Chiefs handsome son, the quotidian, perilous man she had belonged to so completely, had a full life in which he was starring in yet another film with Reginald Dyson, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one seductive girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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