Gilles timidly reaches for Jack's hand. Jack takes control, squeezing Gilles dainty little fingers into his. Gilles wants to look into Jack's eyes, but he can't. He knows he's not strong enough to handle the pheonix lurking beneath those shallow lipid pools. The music starts. For an instance Gilles wonders what Jack's moustache would feel like gently caressing the small of his back; but he shakes away the thought. "No distractions": he thinks to himself. "I must concentrate". In a heartbeat, Jack whisps him across the dancefloor. The Tango has begun.
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I hear more like :
Jack : "Gilles! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Gilles: "..."
Jack: "Did you or did you not take it? Did you take the last cooooookie?"
Craws have one weakness: manly mustaches.
Great pic and caption.
Great comment and font.
Great jerk and bore.
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