...one day last week in the street. An elderly couple shopping:
She (plaintively): I only wanted a little diary!
He (crossly): Then you can buy it yourself!
And I thought, how sad. Once, they may have held hands, kissed, made love and maybe babies. Then he would probably have been delighted to buy her a big diary, embossed, in leather. And flowers as well.
How did it come to this?
Showing posts with label Death of romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death of romance. Show all posts
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
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