i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[It's impossible to wallow in mortified silence after hearing a response like that.]
I'm not even proposin' to ya! [Why does that even sound like an appealing idea to begin with? He's not quite sure and now seems like a terrible time to try and figure that out.] But anyway, that wasn't what I was saying at all! Of course you're good enough for ma's ring. Hell, I wouldn't be givin' it up unless I thought you were ten times more important!
[Wiping the wet trails from his face with both hands now.]
Wouldja please stop talkin' like you're already dead?
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I'm not even proposin' to ya! [Why does that even sound like an appealing idea to begin with? He's not quite sure and now seems like a terrible time to try and figure that out.] But anyway, that wasn't what I was saying at all! Of course you're good enough for ma's ring. Hell, I wouldn't be givin' it up unless I thought you were ten times more important!
[Wiping the wet trails from his face with both hands now.]
Wouldja please stop talkin' like you're already dead?