“Check this out - we’re at dinner.”
“Where?” Rose asked dutifully.
“Tangerine. Very nice. And we’re sitting there, and the lights are low, and the candles are flickering, and I haven’t spilled any couscous on myself, and he tells me why he broke up with his last girlfriend. Evidently he’d developed certain interests.”
“What interests?”
“Shit,” said Amy, with […]
Posted on October 16th, 2007 by The Prince
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