"I get worried when I don't know where you are."
"I know how to take care of myself."
"I don't like it when you storm off like that. I worry."
"Fuck off, will you? I needed some space, some time to think.
"I made you some meatloaf."
"Thanks, babe. I love you, too."
2 comments:
meatloaf is not love. meatloaf is hate.
You've never had real meatloaf, man!
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