Thursday, September 08, 2011

Thousand: Four Hundred Ninety-Four

smiled, yes, he saw it in gentle sway of her hair. That evening at the state dinner Reginald stood and proposed a toast to his host’s exquisite daughter, the finest example of womanhood that presently existed, why, one glance at the elegance of her golden tresses and there was no way a witness could deny that an intellect of true discernment, a wit of honed sharpness, a modesty most fetching. While this was going on and on and on some more, Princess Velma turned to her cousin who was scratching behind her ear with a fork, and whispered, “What the

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