He was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine society. “Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. " He opened his eyes, to behold hers large with wonder. I shall make no defence. ‘She ought to be. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. Epithalamy might do. ‘There is little I can do at present.
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