In the Twelve Oaks barbeque of my life, I have just shattered a vase.
Isn't this supposed to be where Rhett pops up?
Scarlett: "Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me. You'd rather live with that silly old fool who can't open her mouth except to say 'yes, no' and raise a couple of brats just like her! "
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What? And make his presence known in the middle of your beautiful love scene? That wouldn't be very tactful, would it? Remember, he is no gentleman, and you, miss, are no lady.
le sigh. one of these days I will get over this ashley wilkes syndrome and find a scoundrel who able to look things in the eyes and call them by their right names.
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