Jul 24, 2011 02:31
Would that he could lose Mary’s affection. He knows of my keen eye, but that sense is heightened a hundredfold each time I see him. My gaze rips across the felt of his hat, searching for, praying for any sign of the dust that would tell me that, though I haven’t won yet, she has at least relinquished the field.
sh canon verse,
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