“What is it?" she asked.
"I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?"
"I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "
There's too much of the devil in me for that."
"Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?”
Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
"I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?"
"I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "
There's too much of the devil in me for that."
"Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?”
Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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