Tash watched in horror as the rider lifts the sight glass and removes his helmet. Before her stood Niall O'Shaughnessy. His tousled hair looked very sexy, and her face was impartial. He sighed with views of the martyr and, throwing off his leather jacket and boots, got into bed. He looked at Tash without interest, did not seem to know her. He was obviously disappointed, but began to tired to undress. - Women always fall in love with me - he said quietly. - It pisses me off, but I have to put up with it. That is life.
Doing Justice: Liberalism, Group Constructs, and Individual Realities
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