38. Burning
"Dearest Edgey-Poo,
As I write this, the heat-reaches my loins a two-fold, or so it seems. My body burns hot for you, but it is nothing compared to the fire in my heart, which beats only for you – the dance of flames sucks them into a burning orgy…"
The lavender-scented love letter, baring Wendy Oldbag's latest, nausea-inducing attempt at wooing, was crumpled into a ball and hurled across the room simultaneously, as Edgeworth reached for his wastebasket and unloaded the contents of his lunch into it. His scarred mind was racing.
H-How could this happen two days in a roooooooooooooooooow!?