” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips. ” “Why?” she asked. “For men have reason, women rhyme A man scores always, all the time. Death belongs to God, young man. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. . “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. Nobody toys with me.
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