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* Turn to page 56.
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* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Lynn Kurland's When I Fall In Love
He cursed again. Damnation, but this wasn’t what he’d wanted. He’d just managed to escape a keep full of wenches; he certainly hadn’t intended to find himself saddled with another one so soon. He had a roof to repair, then a future to contemplate, a future he was sure held such delights as sitting in his great chair before the fire, turning in fat, grumbling about the fare, and complaining about the rain that made his knees ache. He didn’t want the distraction of a woman who was so mesmerizing that he couldn’t looks away from her even when he knew he should.
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