texts: So they'll shoot me -- like a horse. </s> <s> Please, Miss Kubelik, you got to promise me you won't do anything foolish. </s> <s> Who'd care? </s> <s> I would. </s> <s> Why can't I ever fall in love with somebody nice like you?
labels: Yeah. Well -- that's the way it crumbles, cookie-wise. Go to sleep.