The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. . She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair. She pulled the trigger. “I wanted to make love to you. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them.
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