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➢Tennyson Albrecht via Facebook

Eden and I this evening. Ad meliora.

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[sir-tennyson-albrecht]

Though Tennyson was a fan of scenes, and dramatic entrances these alumni events were wont to showcase, his submissive being the core of it wasn’t part of the plan. But there she was, looking miserable and nearly drunk, and he swiftly made his way across the dancefloor to join her. “Stand up straight,” He muttered, grabbing her wrist, “What the hell has gotten into you?”

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[thealumniweekblog]

The evening was, as nicely as Madonna could have put it, a bore. All the alumni here were older than her class, and she only heard of them through the grubby current students she had the displeasure of teaching a few months ago. The only entertainment value was Katseya, who was taking advantage of some sorry soul’s credit card to buy rounds at the hotel bar. “Tequila, whiskey chaser.” She ordered, flashing the brunette a wink. “Katseya dear, I’m bored. Whatever shall we do?”

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