by Mari Ness
"Would you kiss me?" asked the frog.
"Not really," she admitted.
"I could turn into a prince," he wheedled.
"I seem to recall hearing that before," she said.
"But this time, I really mean it."
"Really?"
"Really."
"And the unprincely hopping into other beds?"
"Er."
"That is why I turned you back into a frog."
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Requesting a Kiss
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