Hello There.

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A: I am wearing the hell out of this suit.

M: Oh, you really are. Well DONE, you.

A: I mean his face, really.

M: At first I thought he was purposefully wearing only one glove and then I was like...NOPE DON'T CARE.

A: Gloves?

M: Sorry I don't know what I was thinking.

A: Get with the program, Marianne.

M: Pregnancy brain, or something. I'm now looking at his thighs and objectifying him.

A: I've already taken that jacket off.

M: That's really my only complaint. WHY SO COVERED UP, BRAH?

A: Well, it is winter, I suppose.

M: Excuses.

A: Lame. He appears young and healthy.

M: I mean, he's in Italy. How cold could it BE?

A: I WOULDN'T KNOW.

M: Well me either, damn it. Why aren't we in Italy?

A: Now I'm all depressed.

M: Me too. I want some cake.

A: I have donuts.

M: Jerk.

A: I was going to share but I CHANGED MY MIND.

M: I WILL GET MY OWN DANG DONUT.

A: FINE.