You Might Also Like
My dearest Maggie May, how I've treasured our illicit rendezvous, but it is time for us to part company and go our separate ways; I spy upon the horizon a posse stampeding to your rescue, and I hear upon the westerly’s a whistle of impending doom. No, don't trouble yourself to wave, my dear, it would not befit a lady of your... consequence. Adieu, desert peach! 'Till we meet again!