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The Symphony
by luvsjazz
No one had ever asked him to the symphony before. Everyone assumed that he was brash and uncultured; that his wilderness ways wouldn't mesh with the posh and polished crowd. He'd been a time or two, but no one had ever asked.
It had been a long time since someone asked him to the symphony. Here, he was but a thief. An ignominious occupation, therefore he must be an ignominious man. So no one ever asked.
Storm had never set anyone up to go to the symphony before. But she was a goddess, and godesses took care of their own.
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