lundi 25 juillet 2011

“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

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