Her lips parted and
in Menelaus' ear
she whispered:
"We'll always have Paris."
She was promptly shot at dawn.
Alternative History: How the Wooden Horse Never Came to Be
Snoink wrote:Her lips parted and
in Menelaus' ear
she whispered:
"We'll always have Paris."
She was promptly shot at dawn.
She was shot promptly at dawn.
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