had remarked."I am sitting in my bedroom, our bedroom, penning these thoughts only moments after you have left me. This is my third attempt, as i cannot find the right words to let you know how i really feel.'
             Anna smiled. For a man who had made his fortune with words, that must have been quite different for him to admit.
             "Last night you were everything a man could ask from a lover. You were exciting, tender, provocative, teasing, and, for an exquisite moment, a rampant whore.
             Its been over a year since we met at S
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