Coconut Grove the day is done, but i'm having fun

govinda smiled at the young man's attempt to further the depressing conversation, and shook his head. there's at once too many and not enough words to tell you what's in my heart, he responded gently. i'll spare you both the rant and the awkward silence, which i think you'll appreciate.

he reached out and pulled the coconut close to him with a foreleg, twirling it on the tip of his paw like a wannabe premiere league player. how is your family? govinda asked casually, cocking his head in inquiry at rannveig. he found himself all too often eager to sink into the mundanity of small talk; it was much easier than picking at the scabs on his heart. besides, he liked this guy, and he liked ford, too.