Don’t think I haven’t been watching you. You feel uprooted and lonely, and the beauty of another country has taken a stray weekend of your time, but obviously done nothing else to steal your love. Every time you hear a strange accent, you feel a pang. You want to be greeted with “what’s up bob” and you want to drive without thinking about who has “the right of way” for once. The weak one gets no right of way- it’s as simple as that. You want to look at a menu and actually have more than one vegetarian option to choose from. Oh, and you want to be sure you’ll like what the waiter brings you. What is “butterfruit” anyway? And why doesn’t it have chutney on the side?
You always knew you would be miserable without me, didn’t you? I gave you the very best of everything – the cool breeze…
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