This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove of his attire, said nothing anyway. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. She was nestled under his bedspread.
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