Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. “But I wanted to see you. Do not remain with me. ‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. No one. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTQ3LjI4LjkgLSAxNC0wOS0yMDI0IDEyOjQwOjA1IC0gODc1Mjg3ODI1
This video was uploaded to waterscolumns.info on 14-09-2024 11:10:27
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10