zoet-en-zout:

But yes.

”.. no..”

zoet-en-zout:

Alright, that’s enough of that.

”.. no.. come on.”

zoet-en-zout:

You are, aren’t you?

“Very.”

zoet-en-zout:

And why wouldn’t you? I’m very close to perfection.

“Oh very.. I’m really lucky.”

zoet-en-zout:

You poor boy.

“Like i just said, i love you too Sanne.”

zoet-en-zout:

You’re such a huge idiot.

“Love you too.”

zoet-en-zout:

I don’t even know why I put up with you.

“Because you’ve fallen madly in love with me, that’s why.”

zoet-en-zout:

Ah, see, that’s most definitely a false assumption. I’m woman of mystery.

“As if.”

zoet-en-zout:

I don’t think you quite understand how much I despise the sun. It’s truly the bane of my existence.

“I think i know you some what in and out by now..”

zoet-en-zout:

Why yes, yes I did. That’s the whole entire point. At least I had a valid reason to hide.

“Oh yes.. The sun.. Such a horrid thing.”