The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. She never even graduated high school, and that has been a thorn in her side ever since. . I do not love you. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time.
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