Pierrot clenched his fist to his chest as he carefully formed his words.
"I love you," he told me in rolling, heavily accented English, love becoming "lorff". His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze tortured in its intent. "No, Pierrot, no," I answered in English. "You like me. You don't, you really don't, lorff me."
Don't show me this again.
There are days when somebody reminds me of a conversation we had and I look at them blankly
Pierrot clenched his fist to his chest as he carefully formed his words.
"I love you," he told me in rolling, heavily accented English, love becoming "lorff". His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze tortured in its intent. "No, Pierrot, no," I answered in English. "You like me. You don't, you really don't, lorff me."
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Don't show me this again.