Oh!
"But, darlin'," he says, "I thought you LOVED me!"
"Well," you say, and slap him again, impertinant boy that he
is, "YOU THOUGHT WRONG! You are the most--the most extremely
disgusting person I've ever met!"
You toss your head, and walk, nose high, haughtily out of that
cottage.
Love that jerk? Pooh! The past.
And once again you are drowning in an ocean of lips, and eventually
you say, "This sux." You pull back and slap that dude in the
face. "I wanna go home," you cry.
