I'm sure she'll let me go, though. ’ She thrust him into the aperture, and pushed the hilt of the sword into his hand. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Her back arched slightly in response. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to.
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