‘He’s a painter. He’s a baker. He likes to sleep with his windows open. He never takes sugar with his tea. And he always double-knots his shoelaces.
So when he asks “You love me. Real or not real?” I say. “Real.”’
‘He’s a painter. He’s a baker. He likes to sleep with his windows open. He never takes sugar with his tea. And he always double-knots his shoelaces.
So when he asks “You love me. Real or not real?” I say. “Real.”’
