Margaret: “I don’t think I can eat this”
Eskil: “try it, come on, just one tiny little bite okay. Do it for me”
Margaret: “Why would I? I’ve only known you for a few hours”
Eskil: “feels like a lifetime”
How romantic. Could I properly pull off writing a romance film script involving whalemeat and a horrific plane crash?
Should I be more of a car skank? I gave it a go and it is quite easy
holla at me for a cruize sometime.
