Unformatted text preview: creation before ever I ask you — or the likes of you.’ ‘Well,’ he says, ‘it does surprise me so. I can’t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But —’ He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman’s, and says, ‘Didn’t YOU think she’d like me to kiss her, sir?’ ‘Why, no; I — I — well, no, I b’lieve I didn’t.’ Then he looks on around the same way to me, and says:...
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- Summer '13
- English, Thought, 2007 singles, Aerosmith, The Beat, friendly eye somewheres, Methusalem-num- skull