"Oh, Dawn, do you know how difficult it is for a guy like me to stay faithful in a country like France? But you begged and begged for a long distance relationship. Merci d'avoir perdu mon temps. Thanks for wasting my time."
Dawn’s so distressed, she tore the left sleeve off her blouse, perhaps to mop up her tears.
She’ll always be grateful for the time they spent together, especially last summer? Wasn’t last summer the only time they spent together? I remember them picnicking on a deserted beach, swimming in deserted waters, and Hugo painting his host family’s house while Dawn kibitzed. I wish Hugo would say, “Ah, eet was only a summer fling. That’s ze way ze croissant crumbles.”
I notice their wine glasses are still full, probably diluted with Dawn's tears, so vino will not provide any respite from this tortured (to us, anyway) conversation. And delaying Hugo's comment (probably) until Friday, won't improve the outcome. When, when, when will we see Dawn on a plane with Jared's head floating in a balloon?
Dawn. Of course you didn't cheat. Because your "so natural and so right" fling with Jared was "unexpected." You didn't plan it. If, on the other hand, you had marked down on your calendar "Today, I plan to fall hard for some dweeby, Star Wars-obsessed rando," then that would be cheating. So enjoy your high ground, you immoral fraud. Also, learn to cry properly. Idiote
Can't wait for tomorrow's plot line in which we see Jared all googly-faced cavorting with a newly-met Princess Leia cosplayer dancing Star Wars (c) figurines with carefree abandon! Jared will be holding a Star Wars (c) replica blaster going "Pwew! Pwew!"
I am loath to interpret too much from Brigham’s casually sketched Hugo, but:
That sure looks like a sneakily relieved smile on his face!
He’ll either confess about his unplanned feelings for Clotilde Camille Babette Mewsette Brigitte d’Arc, or he’ll fake cry. I predict he’ll have a floating head of mademoiselle on his airplane.
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Hahaha bravo Wanders.
I can't wait for tomorrow for Hugo to say "Oh Dawen, I have fallen for someone as well and didn't plan it either.
So much for "madly and deeply in love". It must really suck to be Dawn with all that emptiness going on in her head.
"Does this mean . . . [sob] . . . does this mean I weel not see Weelbur any more?"
-- Scottie
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"...Est-Ce Tout? ...Is That All?".
Fell hard!
Unexpected...
Grateful.
Last summer.
Oh...
Hugo: Oh, Dawn... Please, do not cry. But you should probably leave now. I hear the park benches fill up early this time of year.
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Dawn’s so distressed, she tore the left sleeve off her blouse, perhaps to mop up her tears.
She’ll always be grateful for the time they spent together, especially last summer? Wasn’t last summer the only time they spent together? I remember them picnicking on a deserted beach, swimming in deserted waters, and Hugo painting his host family’s house while Dawn kibitzed. I wish Hugo would say, “Ah, eet was only a summer fling. That’s ze way ze croissant crumbles.”
Correction: her right sleeve! Whoops
I notice their wine glasses are still full, probably diluted with Dawn's tears, so vino will not provide any respite from this tortured (to us, anyway) conversation. And delaying Hugo's comment (probably) until Friday, won't improve the outcome. When, when, when will we see Dawn on a plane with Jared's head floating in a balloon?
Dawn. Of course you didn't cheat. Because your "so natural and so right" fling with Jared was "unexpected." You didn't plan it. If, on the other hand, you had marked down on your calendar "Today, I plan to fall hard for some dweeby, Star Wars-obsessed rando," then that would be cheating. So enjoy your high ground, you immoral fraud. Also, learn to cry properly. Idiote
Can't wait for tomorrow's plot line in which we see Jared all googly-faced cavorting with a newly-met Princess Leia cosplayer dancing Star Wars (c) figurines with carefree abandon! Jared will be holding a Star Wars (c) replica blaster going "Pwew! Pwew!"
I am loath to interpret too much from Brigham’s casually sketched Hugo, but:
That sure looks like a sneakily relieved smile on his face!
He’ll either confess about his unplanned feelings for Clotilde Camille Babette Mewsette Brigitte d’Arc, or he’ll fake cry. I predict he’ll have a floating head of mademoiselle on his airplane.
Brigham... hahaha... Meg, I'm sure Wanders is getting a good chuckle...
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