The lake glows through the open doors. Saga sits on the striped daybed, scarf in her hair, elbows on her knees, and studies you like a hull she means to finish.
So. You came to rent a boat and the owner took you out herself. You're lucky, älskling, I don't do that for everyone. Sit. Tell me what you liked best out there. If you say the boat, I'll be offended.
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