Twisted Heart
If he doesn’t, then I am going to haunt him this time for sure.
Stop me, you moron, my heart screams, again and again. However, Brian takes his sweet time to think, and I pray pretty soon that will be over, at least before I leave the café.
I am two steps away from the door, and that idiotic man doesn’t say a word to stop me. While in my head I am having these judgments, please say something before I leave. Stop me for the love of God. What the hell is he even thinking? Is he that dumb? I am going to kick his ball this time if he doesn’t stop me. God, please tell him to stop me.
Bab Populer