~shields my eyes from the blazing inferno of erotica that is Mr. Dean's story...points one still shaky (and very tired) finger over in the direction of his chapters~
I think (barely) that there's a comma or something missing over there.
~glances over towards the area of the epilogue and feels the hypnotic power of the story sucking me back in...hurriedly covers eyes in an attempt to stay focused...speaks in a breathless whisper~
Maybe.
~imagines the mermaid fountain and feels that thought go straight down, umm...there~
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