Althia, wilt thou close the door Althia, it’s bloody cold in these cramped quarters.
Stop pouting my dear, your Joshua will show up as soon as he runs low on coin.
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Wow! The sweetness, the Mercy....I am reminded of Lovelace, Althea. This is a real gem.
Yes, I hope to see this finished soon. I was wrapped up (and rapt
You keeping us all in suspense! please finish the poem. Thanks
This keeps me in suspense to see how the story ends. I am looking forward to it...