𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟-𝓑𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 .ᐟ

i’ll make you so in love with me, that every—time our lips touch, you’ll die a little death.

i love you. i want us both to eat well.

he's so good to me and to nobody else.

don’t be crass, now, rupert. besides, margaret wouldn’t know what stratton’s chest looks like so it is hardly a fair comparison.

and who would have won—?

no. no—. she was just making an observation. so… tennis. who won?

good. well, if he never liked his women wicked, why did he marry helen?

he could have had them arrested for trespassing. oh, * nothing. she saw the blonde skank scurrying out of the driveway when she was being pulled around. margaret had wondered if it was an overnighter or—.

well, she would rather it be sooner than later. she’s got her own crops to burn and if the city-folk will be calling the fire-brigade on everyone, no one will ever be finished. what kind of ‘leisure’ was he engaged in?

ugh. city folk are not suited for life in the country, why-ever do they insist to attempt and settle into it? good thing he was home to settle this dispute. a pause. A thought. what * was he doing home when the fire brigade was called?

a raise of an eyebrow. so when is he planning to finish the burning? the fields must be cleaned before the cold sets in—. and who is silly enough not to know about the crop burnings?

they did not grow legs!