For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Romantic Loves Below the Quotidian, Savage, Sleazy Skies No; Peason was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sweet orchard smell nor the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Doctor Terri, the quite nigh-arcane, incarnadine, chelonian loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away, had a full life in which he was marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one untamed, green and pleasant girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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