Cornelia Funke-You forgot something important! - What?- It's under my sweater! - W H A T?! - Me!
About This Quote
-You forgot something important!-What?-It's under my sweater!-WHAT?!-Me! "Me" is a term of endearment used by those who know each other well. It is often used as a form of endearment among friends, lovers, family members, and co-workers. There are two possible meanings for this expression. The first meaning indicates that the object being referred to is "inside" of the speaker, or that the speaker is attempting to find out if there is anything "underneath" the statement being made. The second meaning simply indicates that the speaker knows exactly what they are referring to.
Source: The Thief Lord
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