Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
My name is Fingal, my mother was a whore, I’ve been a thief since I was five years old, and I’m thinking it’d surely be a grand thing to lie you down right here in the grass and make love with you, my lady.
Written by
Margaret Moore
In
Knave’s Honor
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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
“My, my, Fanny, what has come over you lately? Such fire, such spirit, such strange behavior. Such a low-cut bodice.”Written By
Margaret Moore
In
Kiss Me Again
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