So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
“Hello, neighbor!” Dandy Darkly cheerfully tipped his bowler hat to a young woman.
She crossed the street, panicked as though Death himself had bid her a good morning.
Dandy made mental note of the woman's tacky shoes and unkempt hair and contined on his way. It was a sunny Monday morning and no amount of rude pedestrians could dampen the dandy’s darling disposition. Mister Darkly turned left onto Christopher Street. He bought himself a coffee from a street vendor outside the historic Stonewall Inn, home of the Zook Rights Movement.
