Adair had turtles in abundance, yet she never considered a turtle a pet, as fresh from the water. Adair is in Nebraska, far from the bath of sea water, stinging as salt into a wound, from sea turtles, birthed to the brine, laying their eggs on a costa rica beach, poured with white bleach, you cain’t change a snapping turtle into a ginger snap.
Ghislaine– as close to a princess as can be found– had very little to love. It wasn’t Robert’s fault, either. It is true he only went to Ghislaine when he had a spare moment. She was sidelined.
It is true he made up for it by giving her a beautiful pet turtle. A poetic pet turtle.
Spam of Human Affection 
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