“To be honest,” Jake continued. “I never thought it would be Crap-bag standing next to me at the end of the road.” “Crap Bag?” I echoed, and Jake interrupted me with a shriek. “Although we’ve come to the end of the road,” he sang. “Still I can’t let go,” Mia added, causing my head to snap in her direction. “It’s unnatural.” “You belong to me,” Jake sang. “I belong to you!” They both belted in unison.
