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He smiles at the mischievous dancing of light and color within her eyes. There are questions written into her movements, however, even as his own mind begins to return to the disturbing thoughts this night has provoked. The night is far spent, however, and the hour of birdsong is not so far away. “Tea will be fine,” he says and adds with a smile, “as long as it is not so ..... sweet as yesterday’s.” It is his turn now to enjoy the expression upon her face, and, smiling, he continues, “And as for getting dressed, I suppose you should ..... unless, of course, we can find a better way to keep you warm through the few remaining hours of this night......”
[ 03-11-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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