John eased off. Now, he must have folks somewhere. His hand flew across the paper. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. She moaned as he buried himself completely to the hilt.
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