You and I are not as different as you may think.

What a pity that you, dearest Anthony, will never know the singular thrill of an encounter with Anthony Haverhill. At first one feels harpooned; it’s as if invisible spears, launched from your eyes, anchor in one’s own, so constant and unyielding is your focus. It sounds grisly but oh, dearest Anthony, it is anything but! Your eyes (enchanting, by the w…

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