coldbut anyways, have at it, people
you know you want to
Passions Misplaced...?
It was the best of {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}
No, dammit, that's not it.
"Isn't that from...?" began her snarling reply.
It was a dark and {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}
That's simply wretched.
"So overdone", she grumbled.
Call me {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}
Christ, something original might work
He rolled his eyes as her expected complaint came. "I can't stand that song!"
He conversed with his aching brain. She conversed with the television.
His inspiration had long since vanished; gotten up and strolled away. Her vacant eyes watched the channels flipping endlessly by; a new yet customary daze.
He flicked off his typewriter, disgusted. She threw her remote to the ground.
They didn't speak to each other that night.
Again, they slept alone.
Or, Passions Deceased...?
