She bit her lip and turned her head a little and looked at me along her eyes. Then she lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theater curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.
Dear Pink
PINK NOT DEAD!
maurycy
“Go on home and wait for me,” I said soothingly.
She put her thumb up. Then she nodded and slipped past me into the hail. She touched my cheek with her fingers as she went by. “You’ll take care of Carmen, won’t you?” she cooed.
“Check.”
“You’re cute.”
“What you see is nothing,” I said. “I’ve got a Bali dancing girl tattooed on my right thigh.”
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