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letting go

  • Letting Go

    His hands were pale compared to her own that were intertwined tightly with his. They were strong and rough and she could feel the class ring cold against her hand. ...

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Romantic
    43 min read


I was promis'd on a time, To have a reason for my rhyme: From that time unto this season, I receiv'd nor rhyme nor reason.
— Edmund Spenser