He's flopped back onto the bed, watching her eyes open in the morning sunlight...
You want some breakfast, baby? I can make waffles, and once we're married by law you'll own half of them. Or hey, how about omelettes? I could do an omelette. I've almost got that-
But his words are drown out by the rising music...
(
I'll Never Tell...redux )
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"Uhm...what in the hell was that?"
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I'll bring Kiki around for a serenade - I can try to whip up a song for him to sing her if you haven't got one ;-)
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