You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
I know I would crumble if I lost you.
Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked. Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know.
Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!
He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.
Miss Erstwhile: “It is such a relief, Mr. Nobley, to already know that you find this exercise vulgar and your partner unworthy. It saves us the idle chitchat.” Mr. Nobley: “And yet you chat away.