I smile back and look away after meeting her gaze, "But I'm really not perfect. You're here on a mission, so you told me. I'm here 'cause I was forced to."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance at her, nodding, "Bye. Oh... and, to prevent issues tomorrow, your name was on the chore list. You had kitchen duty. Just to set the dinner table. I'd do it if I were you. I screwed over everyone else."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro