A Love That was Housebound
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1848 was a year that was looking up for Isaac Richardson. His cotton plantation was expanding, He has become well respected among the folks of Beaufort, and then has the most eye-catching bachelorette waiting to have his name. It seems his life was finally coming perfectly together until one day during an slave auction he would buy a slave who not only does not speak English , but who will give him feelings of vexation, curiosity, self-loathing, revelation, jealously, admiration, like, lust, and love.
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