Don’t tell anybody.
Well, don’t tell it to hím.
You see, I don’t want him to know.
I don’t want him to know I was wearing his T.
I swopped it. I think it was for a T of the brewery I work in. With him.
I always try to dive under the bar or the counter when I see him entering the building.
You’ll probably recognise him. He looks like a jerk & he is a jerk.