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Feb. 27th, 2011 06:47 pm[Filter: Lenore]
You know, me and your sister talked a little, before Rose Day. Helped me get your flowers, and all that.
Thing is, I still think she don't like me none. Maybe I'm reading her wrong, you know her better, but I wish she'd just give a fellow a chance. You know what I mean, don't you, sweetheart? It's how she looks at me. You watch her, sometime when I come to pick you up for dinner. See how she glares at me, you'll see.
You know, me and your sister talked a little, before Rose Day. Helped me get your flowers, and all that.
Thing is, I still think she don't like me none. Maybe I'm reading her wrong, you know her better, but I wish she'd just give a fellow a chance. You know what I mean, don't you, sweetheart? It's how she looks at me. You watch her, sometime when I come to pick you up for dinner. See how she glares at me, you'll see.
