Marian looked at the poll over the tent tops, nibbling at the edge of her tart as she did. "Tis a rarely a year I do not. At times, tis an an enjoyment of choice and other betimes it is a act of face which is needed for the people."
She wondered if that made sense, but she continued to feel oddly compelled to just tell him the truth.
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Date: 2007-04-24 03:24 am (UTC)She wondered if that made sense, but she continued to feel oddly compelled to just tell him the truth.