Miss Mousy wasn’t home, so…
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Last minute jitters. For so long he’d pretended her zaftig form and coy charm (not to mention her cute drill sergeant’s parade-ground voice) held no real appeal for him.Â
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But he could no longer deny his feelings. *sigh* He knew she cared for him, too—well, as much as she could care for anyone but herself. Yes, he knew her faults, but he no longer cared.Â
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At last, he’d asked her out and she’d accepted (of course–she’d only been waiting and waiting… :-). Now, if only he’d had something other than this old green suit… Oh well. Maybe the chocolates would distract her.
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She’s opening the door. Oh, no! She’s looking at the suit. No! It’s the chocolates!
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“Kermit, you shouldn’t have!” she proclaims disingenuously.
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Good. Chocolates were the right opener.
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[Yeh, I know this is violates continuity in the Muppet World. So?]
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