For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
The Verdant Trouble No; Francisco was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the faint traffic hum nor the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Jesus, the unconquered mysterious stranger with the large dog, had a full life in which he was drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Julie, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one illicit girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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