The Black Swans

[Mel Rose]

As the man sat down at her table, she folded up the console and turned her lilac eyes towards the newcomer.

"Good day to you, too, Damian," she squinted. She spoke with unadulterated Bretonian upper-class accent. "It is my belief, too, that nicknames ought to remain where their place is, that is at children's playgrounds."

Jennifer sat back and waved her hands around. "So, here we are. How do you find this place?"

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