“I present you my heart,” I renig for poetry.
“Condition of lung are more important,” she renounce. “Let me hear your deep breathing.” I do so. She listen. “Ah!! I suspected what I supposed! Your left pulmonia has slight anachronism. How dare you love me?”
“Permit me to tell about myself!” I yall like Romeo.
“Tell me about your grandfather, instead,” she abrupt.
“I do not ask you marry my grandfather.” This from me while enjoying slight agonies.
“In Eugenic,” she report, “we are expected to marry entire family.”
“This Eugene must come from Utah,” I snib. “My grandfather would not permit such illegality. He were married once, which were too many. Also he are dead. It are immoral to marry dead folks.”
“What he die from?” she romp forth.
“Asthma of knees,” I pronounce.
“So ha! Then you got diseases in family!”