‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched.
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