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Camp for little girlsThe horse whinnied, and John felt a surge of hatred as he turned to look at the animal, who was staring back at him, his eyes red and fiery, and for a long moment, the air between them was charged with the strength of their mutual loathing. "Leave me alone, you bastard!" Iris hissed. John was incensed. His wife's whining voice, her obvious disgust for him, coupled with her obvious love for her horse all united in him and set the stage for an uncontrollable fury. Snarling, John tightened his grip on his wife's arm, and cruelly dragged her away from the stall and towards the open space in the stable where the straw was in bales. Roughly, he threw her down on an opened bale. She began to whimper softly, and lay, half-sprawled, her arm shielding her eyes. The multi-colored shift she was wearing contrasted with the golden hue of the straw, and she looked like a bunch of wilted flowers tossed carelessly on the ground. John stood over the cowering figure of his wife, legs apart, arms folded, the result of his brutal action increasing his feeling of power and masculinity ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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