"We'll never reach an agreement on anything else." He grinned at her charmingly, except that on him it looked less charming and more come-hither. "So let's agree to hate each other."
"Fine by me," she snapped.
"And by the way, have you ever heard of a love-hate relationship?"
She slapped him.
~~~
Ophelia crawls through the garden on her hands and knees, putting her fingers down the holes in the grass. "O--"
"'Tis a mole," Horatio tells her softly, kneeling down beside her. She sits up on her heels like a rabbit to look at him.
"What am I?"
"Thou'rt Ophelia," as her takes one of her muddy hands, and kisses her cheek. They are both weeping.
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"We'll never reach an agreement on anything else." He grinned at her charmingly, except that on him it looked less charming and more come-hither. "So let's agree to hate each other."
"Fine by me," she snapped.
"And by the way, have you ever heard of a love-hate relationship?"
She slapped him.
~~~
Ophelia crawls through the garden on her hands and knees, putting her fingers down the holes in the grass. "O--"
"'Tis a mole," Horatio tells her softly, kneeling down beside her. She sits up on her heels like a rabbit to look at him.
"What am I?"
"Thou'rt Ophelia," as her takes one of her muddy hands, and kisses her cheek. They are both weeping.