I love the person I am when I converse with you in my head

[orangepladjuice]

She sat reading her thick novel with a look of placid amusement on her face. Leaned against the wall with her legs crossed against the cherry wood chair, she brushed aside a strand of brown hairas she turned a page. "Who is John Gault?" She pondered, gazing at her surroundings. A bemused smile crossed her face as the woman playing cards at the

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[anonymous]

John GALT, NOT John Gault.