I hope you weren't planning to sell that desk. I hear it's haunted by the ghost of a lunch date. If anyone bought it - for something as mundane as outfitting an office! - a faint honey smell would permeate the room. An inexplicable sense of warmth and need would overcome the owner upon touching it.
Haunted furniture depreciates in value, for the record.
And also.
If you did sell it, I'd never get an encore performance. Wouldn't that be a tragedy? I'd only have the memory of - mm. A handful of hair, the taste of honey, and you, holding on for dear life.
[...]
No, I don't dare expire. And if you believe our romance will be 'venerable', if you keep offering me kisses (and more than kisses) to draw me from one moment of longing to another, I might just live forever for you.
Not sanely.
You absolute goddamn tease.
[...]
I can't stop smiling. You know that? Someone's going to think something's wrong with me.
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Haunted furniture depreciates in value, for the record.
And also.
If you did sell it, I'd never get an encore performance. Wouldn't that be a tragedy? I'd only have the memory of - mm. A handful of hair, the taste of honey, and you, holding on for dear life.
[...]
No, I don't dare expire. And if you believe our romance will be 'venerable', if you keep offering me kisses (and more than kisses) to draw me from one moment of longing to another, I might just live forever for you.
Not sanely.
You absolute goddamn tease.
[...]
I can't stop smiling. You know that? Someone's going to think something's wrong with me.
[...]
I can still taste you.
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