'She whose words excel'.
But she also had the strange fate, of falling into the skies, with her skirts above her knees,
a queen among the stars for one half of the year,
a harlot for the rest.
That's what you get you silly girl, for your illusions of grandeur.
My dear heart ~ as they would say in one of those chauvinistic romances from two centuries ago ~ My dear heart, I miss you just a little bit today. So I thought I'd write you a letter with all my questions. I am also writing in my defense. Why did you have to go away? Why do you act as though it was me who let you go? Perhaps it was so, who knows...I can only see my side of the story. From where I stood, I was waiting. For you to call. When you never did, I called and we still had nothing to say. For you to come around my place and take me to a cartoon film. For you to come around town to where I was spending the evening and tell me something funny. For you to just come around.
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Valentine: look, an idiot! Gryphon: *snarl* Valentine: playing at riddles...okay..if you've got it you can't share it, if you've shared it you haven't got it- whats the answer? Gryphon: Whats the answer? Valentine: Its a secret Gryphon: Yes I know that, but what's the answer? Valentine: It's a secret! Gryphon: Come now... Valentine: [points in a diffrent direction] look, an idiot!
It is definitely not bad, not at all.
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:) kind. But i guess am a bit critical (which is gooood!)
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