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A Rogue of One's Own
by Evie Dunmore
“”...It’s a matter of sex, isn’t it.”
Tristan clinked his glass to his. “It’s always about sex.”
“Everything in the world is about sex,” Wilde agreed. “Except sex.”
“Then what is the sex about?” The playwright smiled. “Power. But you know that already, don’t you, my lord.”” (p. 117)
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