Character: Tom (Tom). Page 3

If the song encourages the girl to lose her clothes and to feel the kiss of the sun on my skin, is the singer to blame?

There are worse things than dying with a song on his lips.

I ruined a million dollars. But how happy I am!

Now that I think about suicide: we all understand it. On all hundred. The desire to end it all, to surrender, to send a fuck. We do not condone it, do not forgive. But understand with all my heart.

- Jenny, in fact, sufficiently Mature, we like the same things...
- Tom, it doesn't mean that she's Mature! This means that you have the brain of a sixteen year old girl!

- What made the figurine? asks a COP How twisting the fake figure of a Falcon made of lead, for which many people were killed.
- From the same material as dreams, responds Sam.

So, summarizing the above, we have: a guy wrote you a song, sing it openly in front of a crowd of thousands; then he spat on his speech on television, to personally come to your school and throw your heart to your feet...
- Right... Oh! What a fool I am!

I feel so helpless.
- We men are always helpless when a baby.

I want one to be, but with you.

Holiday romance over at the airport, not at the altar.