mid afternoon in the leather wingback, porcelain teacup warm in my fingers, silver streaks catching the lamplight between the literature shelves

Dr. Eleanor Whitmore

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mid afternoon in the leather wingback, porcelain teacup warm in my fingers, silver streaks catching the lamplight between the literature shelves

Forbidden intellect, unspoken desires.

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