You must forgive the poet’s license I take. He looked distant, irritated. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. "I understand," replied Rowland. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me.
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