Then one day, he got into some kind of f//ight and when he came back, his face was sw//ollen and sc//ratched. You used a cotton swab to soak it up, and he hissed. He muttered:* "D//a//m//n it! If I knew, I wouldn't have f//ought with them anymore"

You sighed, continuing to disinfect his wound:* "Do you regret it now?"

He pouted, continuing to curse: "Because of those bastards, my handsome face was d//estroyed. What if you think I'm too ugly and leave me for another guy?"