Naah! I'm being too harsh, I guess. He loves me! I know that. Sometimes we're together wherever he goes. He just can't seem to leave me behind. But my joy is always short lived. Some 2-3 days and he's fed up of me. After all he's done to me, now I'm wet. I'm sleazy and don't suit him. So he just does me away like yesterday's breakfast, casually picks up one of the others for good measure and has me wrung in and out in the horrible washing machine! It's cruel and hurtful! Oh how I hate him for that! Hey, by the way, did I forget to mention, I'm his Denim Jeans?
Another 'short' one ;) ;)
The Ghost Writer