When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. … But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous
[M4F] Cocky heroine defeated and transformed into her arch-enemies helpless slave. (Dms always open, please be literate, and feel free to bring your own ideas too)