“Son of a bitch!”
Gwen sat alone at the table in her house, nursing a cup of hot tea, fuming and fussing. She was beyond angry. She was pissed.
“How dare he!” she said to the air. “How dare he take off like that! Not even a goodbye!”
Gwen’s reunion with Lancelot had been brief and painful. She had expressed her
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