"Oh no!" exclaimed the gentleman, "I am a terrible guesser of age, my lady."
"Tis' forgiven" spake she, "for you are a clever man."
"How so?" replied the gentleman.
With a coy look, she replied "You really want to know?"
And he understood.
A Poem:
Hereunto lies the body of dreams
"Where?"
The end.
"Tonight's the night" he said with much admiration. Mark had been waiting for what seemed like ages, for this very night. He gave himself one last look of confidence in the mirror and was off. As he briskly jogged down the stairs, he accidentally missed a step, and proceeded to tumble down to the ground. "No no no, please god, please. not this." He had broken a finger, and sprained his ankle, both of which he was going to need if he wanted to survive the night. ...
the end
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