Angleterre and Alfie's lips are stuck together almost as if by glue. Their bodies are even closer.
I turn away in disgust. They don't even notice me when I am clearly in sight. Their "love" isn't true...I'm the nation of love. I would know.
It seems as though they don't even notice me through how "into each other" they are. I head back outside.
You know what?
Fuck 'em both!
I don't care.
They're both so annoying.
They're perfect for each other.