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love is a beautiful, indecent form of torturous dreaming.

It's an incredibly old tradition, and that involves a field with at least two horses, maybe a cow, a joint, and a bottle of whatever liquor was cheapest. She in? It's practically a history lesson!

How does she feel about participating in time honoured Cotswold traditions?

& the silence haunts our bed chamber, you make me do too much labour.

he really ought to, with work and everything —— he forgets.

forgot to eat breakfast, now he's starving.

good morning .

bored out of his mind.