At the end of love
An uncontrollable smile crawled up my face as I chopped some tomatoes and onions.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up." He sang along with the music that was playing from his boom box–A song by Marvin Gaye. He gyrated his hips from left to right with a sly smile. "Get up, get up, get up, get up. Oh, baby now let's get down tonight."
I watched from the corners of my eyes, while whisking eggs in a plate and constantly glancing at the tomatoes I was frying in a pan.
"When I get that feeling, I want sexual healing!" He screamed and clapped his hands, while whining his waist like a snake.
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