Will You Marry Me?
In this context, Evans is the goat and you, Anya are the yam.
Anya, do you understand what this story means?"
Anya stared at me silently without a reply.
I sighed again, "If you don’t understand what that means, Anya, that’s your problem. But let me make something very clear; I do not approve of this friendship. Any friendship that involves another man is unacceptable. If you want friends, fine! Pick girls and I won’t get in your way."
I locked eyes with Evans and let the revolver’s barrel rest against my thigh. "Today, Anya made a big sacrifice to save your sorry life. You’d better learn your lesson and stay out of my sight. Next time...I won’t be so merciful."
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