Steffie took my hand and we walked past the fruit bins, an area that extended about forty-five yards along one wall. The bins were arranged diagonally and backed my mirrors that people accidentally punched when reaching for fruit in upper rows.

في تلك الأيام ربما كانت هذهِ هي الطريقة الوحيدة التي يفهم بها أحدنا الآخر: كان كل منّا لا يبالي بالآخر.

How about it, Skywalker? Will you still fight for me after we've been married for twenty-odd years?" "What do you mean by 'still'? You do your own fighting. If I forget that, I'm not likely to survive until our twentieth anniversary." Mara &amp; Luke

Written By Elaine Cunningham

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