à la montagne

à la ville (pour mary)

robert mcliam wilson eureka street

'Hey Max, what's wrong with me? Why can't i find a girl like you? what's Chuckie got that I don't? Bigger tits, yeah, but that's not everything.'
She laughed. Manna to the drunk. I liked her so much.
'What's wrong with me?'
'Almost everything,' she answered.
I'd always hated it when people gave that kind of snappy, wisecracking, ultimately meaningless, enigmatic answer.
'I've always hated it when people gave that kind of snappy, wise...'
I dont think I made it to the end of the sentence.

robert mcliam wilson eureka street

When he turned his red head I saw the hearing aid nestling behind his ear, unhidden by his hair. This kid just blushed because he thought he was generally a crap idea, a big mistake. It made me want to kiss his lumpy neck. It made me want to die for love.

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