"What are we going to do with a boat, you say?"

"Go on then," she challenged, her gaze piercing and yet beautiful.

"Well, erm, you are always saying how you want to be able to just close your eyes and float away from it all," I ventured, hoping she hadn't noticed the potential weapon of the paper knife on the desk next to her.

"Yes, float away METAPHORICALLY, you F*CK-WIT But the question is when I say I am going to kill you now do I mean that metaphorically?"  She growled, her bewitching furiosity causing me to catch my breath.

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