[Osquer 42]
"Who are you trying to fool?" he sneared.
"Who are you trying to fool?" he sneared.
"Um, there's only one fool that I can see." I replied, peeling his fingers off my wrist.
"We both know that you won't get halfway home before you start to crave my company unbearably. You'll turn around and come crawling back."
"Yeah, you go ahead and wait up for me," I called back over my shoulder. I went home and slept like a baby.
December 16, 2006 04:25 PM (19:25)
1 comment:
'crave' is a good word to use.
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