I smile back and chuckle, biting her lip in return.
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She smiles, kissing me differently this time, and I bring myself closer. I hesitate before bringing my arms around her instead of setting a hand on the side of her face like I thought of doing, remembering the scrape is up there.
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 think you know whether or not I want that," I kiss her quickly.
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I glance away, not wanting to seem like a creeper who looks at her all the time, and take a deep breath. Looking at the scotch, my eyes wander up to hers again.
"Mind if I have some?"
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
The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices; to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicions can destroy. A thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own. — Rod Serling, Twilight Zone