P.S. Rocks have more emotions than you do. P.S. I hope both sides of your pillow are always warm. That was cruel. What could I have done that day to deserve such a terrible thing wished upon me? P.S. I’m jealous of the people who haven’t met you. P.S. I’d rather give birth a hundred times than be in your presence. My laughter died down, and I wondered if she still felt the same now.
