My father had a dark glimmer in his eye as he moved behind her. "Old?” He spoke in a low voice as he began to rub her shoulders again. "Woman, I have a mind to prove you wrong.” She smiled a wry smile. "Sir, I have a mind to let you.”. (Patrick Rothfuss)

My father had a dark glimmer in his eye as he moved behind her. "Old?” He spoke in a low voice as he began to rub her shoulders again. "Woman, I have a mind to prove you wrong.” She smiled a wry smile. "Sir, I have a mind to let you.”.

Patrick Rothfuss

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