Lost At Sea
John Randall
John Randall
John Randall
I could taste his name on my tongue; the soft, warm honey sweetness of his memory lingered in my every daydream. I counted the days when I would forever be bound to him, wishing for the moment after which we would be inseparable, never to be apart for the remaining days of our lives ... only death would part us.
Mrs. John Randall
It was only until later did I realize what a stupid, stupid fool I was.




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