Single LifeThe Hall shook.
In one of its many the libraries, Surreal shifted her body to a more comfortable position, and sighed. On her lap laid the book Jaenelle had pushed her into reading when she had first arrived at the Hall to spend the weekend. It was what Lucivar called a snuffle book, and what she called fem-trash. The kind where the main character, a shy, lonely and homely owner of an antiques store falls madly in love with a dashing and mysterious rascal with a tragic and angst filled past, that knows how to cry and makes love like an animal. Yes, that kind of story, the kind that Jaenelle and Marian were, for some obscure reason, mad about Single Life by ~DorianHerestor
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