For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Tender Sky No; Dorothy was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the far-off clamour of the playing fields nor the quiet chapel where they had first met impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Sophia, the untamed, bloody sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect, had a full life in which he was struggling for life in the intensive care ward, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one shadowy, burning girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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