i am a novelist. this is a short novella. it is a cold war era spy thriller packed with sexual intrigue and charged with sociopolitical insight. I suggest you get cozy with a blanket and your favorite tea...
it was night.
they met.
"a brass monkey cannot see" she whispered into his ear.
"and a stale-mate is to be avoided" he answered.
they then engaged in randiness.
the free world remained free.
for now.
well, no less free than it was before they met.
in the night.
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