And then a rug of carded wooll, / Which, spunge-like, drinking in the dull / Light of the moon, seem'd to comply, / Cloud-like, the daintie deitie.
I asked him for an answer and he just shrugged.
Liam hadn't meant for that last part to slip out. Allie might think it pretty pathetic that he'd remembered that comment from the first night they met, but it had rankled him then and, to some degree, it rankled him now.
I swear it, she was lipless, it was the lipstick that painted imaginary ones on, maybe that's why she was so pale, to hide her liplessness.
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