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
I'll admit the two turtle doves are growing on me, but there are ten birds in this house already and we both know geese are feathered bioweapons of mass destruction. — Silvern