Oh how he would have laughed–to see his determined bride standing in the open doorway, face aglow with all the brave and stubborn insistence on being one with nature. Ah, the flashing lights of heaven and the great roars of thunder. Until that single sudden crash that splits the ear and lightning dances all around and then the woman slams the door and runs in terror from the gods.
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So what you’re saying is, she’s a tease.
Yes, I guess I am.