Joan Parker
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I was crying with joy, my Sassenach, he said softly, he reached out slowly and took my face between his hands, And thanking God that I have two hands to hold you with, to serve you with, to love you with, thanking God that I am a whole man still, because if you.

I was crying with joy, my Sassenach, he said softly, he reached out slowly and took my face between his hands, And thanking God that I have two hands to hold you with, to serve you with, to love you with, thanking God that I am a whole man still, because if you.