Room 420, Tuesday Afternoon
Anne was packing away her things -- rather glad that she'd never had occasion to accumulate much in the way of personal belongings -- and singing to herself.
Two lovers, forbidden from one another, war divides their people, and the mountains divide them apart . . .She was, should anyone have occasion to observe, scowling to herself as she sang; ( Read more... )
Two lovers, forbidden from one another, war divides their people, and the mountains divide them apart . . .She was, should anyone have occasion to observe, scowling to herself as she sang; ( Read more... )
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