I don't know what to do. She's looking at me and seeing de boy she grew up wit' and nuthin' else is getting through and I don't know how to fix it. Maybe if some part of me didn't, in some messed-up way, love both o' de women I'm currently dealing wit', it'd be a little easier to go through my options, but as it stands...
"Alright, alright, you win," I say, trying to at least look relaxed as I make like I'm surrendering and take a step back from de couch. My grin might be forced, but it's still one dat knows it's got a job to do. "How 'bout a different game, den?"
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Date: 2010-03-19 09:14 am (UTC)"Alright, alright, you win," I say, trying to at least look relaxed as I make like I'm surrendering and take a step back from de couch. My grin might be forced, but it's still one dat knows it's got a job to do. "How 'bout a different game, den?"