For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
And the Shadowy Love
Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the sleazy rhythmic strumming of Serenas guitar wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Bobby thought once more of the Parisian Pirate, Luiz, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to the letter on the bureau, away again on safari.
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