he was n't sure how much more pink he could stand in his own . when i shut the door a lone tear runs down my face . it was the severed head of a small deer . 'what can you tell me , sam ? ' `` that 's what makes him absolutely perfect , '' eve declared . turns out i was wrong about why . if the day played out as he hoped it would he might have to find time to nip out and buy a couple of new ones . 