I open my eyes and narrow them playfully at her, suppressing a smirk, "Play nice, Jacks. It's been months since we were last in the same room together. Can't we just make the most of it?"
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
Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness