“You know, you don’t have to be a dick about it.” Narrator: I’m just telling it like I see it. “Yeah, well . . . there weren’t any chocolate-covered chips, everyone can see right through you and your inability to be clever and find a rhyme for lips.” Narrator: Watch yourself, Snow Daddy. I control this story, and if you want any shot at locking lips, then check the attitude. “Who says I even wanted another kiss?” Narrator: Oh, Cole, all the readers and listeners can smell the desperation. Cute that you think otherwise. Now on with the story . . .
