Vidmar,
How many times do I need to tell you? I'm not interested. NOT INTERESTED. So stop leaving flowers on my doorstep (I know it was you), stop sending poems (they make me sick), stop making puppy eyes as I walk past. It's not going to happen, ever.
And no, there's nothing you could do that would change my mind. But I'm guessing you won't just let it be, and you'll keep bothering me, so here's something stupid to keep you busy: bring me forty wolf pelts. Good luck. Hope it takes you a very long time.
Lyuda
