For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Waiting alone in the now-familiar confines of Kirks grass hut, with the avian aroma of fresh mulberry pies wafting in from outside, Reginald she who had always seemed so cold! thought once more of tall Trader Tomas, the sensitive genius who had known her in ways even she did not suspect. He was now, according to his scheming partner, Argo, struggling for life in the intensive care ward.
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