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Prompted by: Sonnet On An Alpine Night ~Dorothy Parker
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Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,
He poured another glass of champagne for her as he gazed into her familiar, lively blue eyes.
“Napoleon, I really shouldn’t. I’ll get tipsy.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“My darling, you may think that with your many female admirers, but after all, I am your Aunt,” Amy chided him.
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When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,
“Darling, another glass of champagne, I really couldn’t. One
would think you’re trying to get me just a little tipsy.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“Ah but you could work your charms on me and get me to go to bed with you,” Angelique purred.
“And this is something new?”