“Are those for me?” she said. I really think it’s time you and I—
Adrian almost walked into the fencepost. Amateur porn He couldn’t make out the name on it. And then, louder: “No, now that you mention it. It was too cold and too late in the season for such blossoms, but here they were anyway, as they always were. Family legend has it that in the old days you always buried a Burns man on the spot he died, so the rest of the hunting party spent some time debating whether to drag him out or leave him in. …mostly. He walked a little faster. “Though he had seen many specters and been more than once beset by Satan, he would have passed a pleasant life in spite of the devil and all his works if his path had not crossed a being that causes more perplexity than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches: a woman.”
-Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”
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By the time Adrian thought better of the whole thing it was too late to turn back. He jumped up, whirled around, backed away and almost tripped. “Are those for me?” she said.
