"Heavens, Jasper," exclaimed Priscilla, "What kind of girl do you take me for?"
Jasper reddened at the mere mention of his weakness being spoken of in such a ridiculing tone.
"...And furthermore," she continued, "I had better luck with a zucchini."
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Chastized.
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