This and the next post will reveal the desolate despair of love-lorn Amanda whose outer shell of defensive toughness belies her inner sensitivity and vulnerability. Berowne is still avoiding her.
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Berowne ghosts Amanda |
All week she's been trailing her hero.
To her he is precious and dear. "Oh!
He's just slithered away,
Not even Good Day".
Her spirits have sunk to sub-zero.
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| Amanda and another friend at the start of the Aubergine Feast. |
This poor creature thought that at least
He would come to the Aubergine Feast;
It's on Fridays at eight
And she's never late,
But he's slid to a venue off piste.
If you can bear the poignancy of the next development, please return, but be sure to have a large box of super-sized, ultra strength tissues ready.