The Crying Game: Part II
Okay, do you remember when I told you about that girl that came into my room crying? 'member? I got all mushy and warm and blah, blah, blah. Well, she's on Day Five. I'm all tapped out folks. And don't think that my class doesn't notice either. They call her, "Von Cryin' Express", which is weird because they don't even know who Frank Sinatra was.