Crown Of His Affection
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Penelope announced, walking me through the history of the place, whilst we threaded down the halls.
"You're very particular about the details." I pointed out, she flung her head over her shoulder and smiled briefly.
"I just have a good memory." She remarked in a quirky tone, and continued marching forward, staring intently at the walls.
What could she mean by having a good memory? Perhaps she meant she kept records of the dates quite well.
"And what of this vase?" I asked, staring at a crimson red vase with beautiful white roses idly sitting inside.
"It was a gift I received from a lover." A deep baritone voice sounded from behind me, casting their shadow over me.
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