*от хохота рыдает на клаве*
I fucking hate it when you walk by me because I can smell your cologne. I fucking hate it when you walk in the room because you’re always looking at something else other than me. I fucking hate it when I see you cooking, because you put your heart into accomplishing one task, and you get this concentrated look. I fucking hate that look because it makes me imagine what it would feel like to have you look at me that way. I fucking hate your hair and your eyes and your fucking eyebrows because I never want to look away from them. I fucking hate your fucking lips because they are so fucking tempting and I can’t fucking deal with it anymore.
Надеюсь автор не думает, что ВЕСЬ этот монолог мог произнести Зоро...?
З.Ы. мне кажется, или автор переборщил со словом "fuck"...?