You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.
I do not understand this analogy," Mencheres muttered.
You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French?
The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo. . . " Mencheres to Cat