“Alas, but this will not work out with us. I am a lady of noble birth, you are a common man. A man who is found for to be died, a hanging time,” she said sadly, her eyes filling with tears. She gazed up at the man standing on the box. She adjusted her dainty gloves.
He looked at her, a bored look on his face. A mischievous gleam sprang into his eyes. He jumped down.
She stamped her foot while pulling up her mothers gloves. “No you’re supposeda hang dramatically!”
“I am! This is my soul playing somewhere else!”
Haha! I love this!
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