I shouldn´t love him... he´s a monster

“I’ll be the judge of that,” her father grumbled. “Be home by midnight.” “George,” her mother protested. “Hanna’s a grown woman.”

“Maybe so, but there’s not a lot to do after midnight in Winding River except get in trouble, if you catch my drift. Why do you think we have all those shotgun weddings ...

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