Ask why the seawind wanders,;
The first thing Mesnyi thought was not, “Ah, lovely, a bouquet,” or, “Oh, not another one.” The first thing she thought was this: How talented is this courier! To have tracked me down, in someone else’s court and someone else’s room. The second question, What kind of detective work did it take?was followed by, I hope it’s something good.
And it was! Flattery and offers of monetary compensation abounded. She tucked the message into a pocket and placed the bouquet on her sleeping lover’s bed. He could’ve at least chosen jasmine flowers, was her final thought before leaving the room.
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"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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