She: “The music’s sad here.”
He: “Yeah. There’s no dearth of sad songs about rainy days and lovers who don’t bring flowers. Here though, they play songs that truly pain - songs so despairing they can make you wonder why you even bother.”
She: “I like it.”
He: “I had a feeling you would.”
She: “No, I like what you said. I don’t care two hoots for the music. Champagne?”
He: “ummm..No, Champagne’s for celebrating. I’ll have a martini. Stirred like crazy”
She laughed. She liked beginnings.
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3 comments:
so fresh!
Tsk. Shaken, child, shaken.
@Anki: thanks (I think, since fresh is an ambiguous word).
@Aurora: Yes i know fool...but then she wouldn't have laughed.:p
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