Any way you like, they have to forgive you!
Well, I don't know" she answers shyly. "OK, that I give you another year to think about it..."
They'll tell you
Mesquite squite squite. ...Forgive me I'm freshly smoked.
When around both, one eventually stops moving. Forgive me.
CHANGE !
Dress her as a choirboy
You died of dysentery. Sorry.
He was just minding his Ps and Qs.