by Suzanne Harper
Grade: Unfinished
Read: To page 71, or thereabouts.
Yeah...Giacomo? "[L]eaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, looking completely at ease. He had dark eyes, tousled brown hair, and the classic profile and self-possessed air of a Renaissance prince."
Yeah. And it goes on after that. More of the same. No thanks.
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