But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so — Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
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But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass.

— Mary Jo Putney, The Bargain
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