There is something sweet and gentle inside of you, something that peeks through the cracks of your inscrutable exterior like a puppy through the bars of an iron cage. Every time I think of being cruel to you for the way that you took advantage of me, it's as though I'm crushing those iron bars like they're made of cardboard . . . and then I reach the puppy, the innocent little puppy, and it's every bit as indestructible as a ball of metal.