And now she twigs, of course - he's
pushed the thing,
But now is when she knows she doesn't care.
She only knows that they've become a pair
And she knows what she wants. She wants to sing.
So with eyes full of tender wickedness
She looks up at him, and she says, "Yes. Yes."
Finis
If you've any comments on his
hypertext, George Simmers would be
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