were making out until June realized that the left half of Harebell’s tongue had gotten bored and ditched her for the arcade. June was so embarrassed that she started crying, and the tears were all little tongues, wriggling down her cheeks like leeches. If quantity of tongues equals severity of love, then June might have had a problem. Was Harebell in love with June? No. Harebell was only in love with herself. And the Ramones. And maybe the Eternal Staircase.
