For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Underneath the Forbidden Bedsides
Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the avian, uncivilized shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, Telemachus, even lovelier if possible in her grief, thought once more of former U.S. President George W. Bush, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his lifes work. He was now, according to Countess Charity, recklessly endangering her life as well as his own.
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