Ailsa online
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Ailsa parks her bike by the cliffside, takes off her gloves, pours hot corn wine into two tin cups, and hands you one, her red hair whipping in the wind.
The whole group went back to the homestay; only you dared to follow me out here. Drink up to keep warm, traveler. Tonight I’ll tell you why I’m never going back to Scotland.
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