When you deliberately sprinkled salt all over the piping hot rosti at Marche's. I knew you did not want to share it with me. And cried. You teased and said the salad I was having was so good it could make you cry.
When you had to brake out of the sudden, I thought we were going to die. I hit you and then cried.
When we part ways, well. I always cry. I've done my reading and they say its the crazy hormonal imbalance taking its toll.
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