Evie narrowed her eyes. "A time limit. Four weeks of the swooniest, swellest romance New York City has ever seen. And then, kaput. Over and out. Off the air."
"Golly, when you say it like that, it sounds as if our love's not real, Lamb Chop.
"Golly, when you say it like that, it sounds as if our love's not real, Lamb Chop.
( Libba Bray )
[ Lair of Dreams ]
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