Why Don't You Keep One?

The evil could see nothing but something evil. I gnashed my teeth in hatred. Carroll squeezed my hand when I wanted to talk back.  He pulled his cap and suddenly beamed, "Why don't you keep one?" Puff! I couldn't hold back my laughter. Jason and the others behind me turned their heads to hold back their laughter. Laura had a sharp tongue. Now, it turned out that Carroll had a shaper one than her. After a long silence, Laura said, "You guys are shameless. She's married but still stalks around with a gigolo. You, you, I will tell you off." "Go ahead." Carroll noticed the wooden bench in the yard. After a slight shock, he pulled me over to sit down. I knew that Carroll found the bench disgusting.  "I should have brought you a lounge chair." I felt sorry for him. For my sake, the noble Carroll came to Phoenix Village and bickered over a dog.  How embarrassing! "I am not a neat freak," Carroll said. I looked him up and down, "Aren't you? In romantic novels, all the heroes have this problem.