Mr. Mile-a-minute, Giant Run-on Talker
“I don’t know how it is that you don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t know how there isn’t an army of gus following you around, doing what ever your lovely heart desires,” Kyle continued, Janice’s face was about as red as can be imagined, yet getting redder.
“But then I think, it does make sense because she’d never like that,” he was really picking up the pace now, “She’s not the type that goes around fluanting what she’s got and taking advantage, which makes you even perfecter. I don’t think that’s a word but it doesn’t really matter right now. All that really matters is that you’re perfect and there’s no one as awesome as you and you trump all those who think they are awesome and nothing is as wonderful as spending time with you and I can’t imagine anything better than talking to you, or seeing you, or being with you and there would be nothing worse than some other guy scooping you up and not appreciating you because he doesn’t know what he has and that would just really suck.” Another giant breath.