As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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