He twirls me again and dips me and I giggle again. My cap falls off and I lose my amused tone, reaching down to set it back on. My hair falls down and I swallow, hoping no one else noticed.
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
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights