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“he was in love with you, my dear, how could you not have seen that? more than anything he wanted to be able to touch you, and kiss you, and call him yours.” the triplet of friends told the young lady who wouldn’t believe. “but why wouldn’t he tell me? why had he not told me he loved me?” frustration took over the lass like a wolf unable to catch a sheep. “i’m afraid that would be too late, my dear. for the redamancy had become of between him and his best mate.”
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
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“he was in love with you, my dear, how could you not have seen that? more than anything he wanted to be able to touch you, and kiss you, and call him yours.” the triplet of friends told the young lady who wouldn’t believe. “but why wouldn’t he tell me? why had he not told me he loved me?” frustration took over the lass like a wolf unable to catch a sheep. “i’m afraid that would be too late, my dear. for the redamancy had become of between him and his best mate.”
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
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