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But you can’t run every time we have a problem. Talk to me. Ask me questions. About anything. I’m here. I’ll listen. Argue with me. Shout at me. I’ll argue with you. I’ll shout at you. I’ll get it wrong. You’ll get it wrong. That’s all okay. But to resolve our differences, we have to communicate.

In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.

It’s just a pretty face, sweetheart.

if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday.

“Oh, fuck the paperwork.”

I make a mental note to fuck her in an elevator one day.

She. Feels. So. Good.

You are my one vanilla conquest

“You want a list? Divorced, beheaded, died?”

“You’re not Henry the Eighth,”

She’s good for my dark, dark soul