Prom night.
Tears on Vitch's face. Lass'
hand held firmly... by a women.
Two x chromosomes was all it took. Vitch cried until he could no longer produce tears, only blood. But Lass would come around. No matter how dire the situation, a positive occurrence must follow.
"Dude, I crashed my car yesterday! I wanna cry!"
"It's okay bro! Lass
will love Vitch again!"
Lass' lips may have been tainted by that of a
female, but no matter. Lass
will love Vitch again!