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ilyanastryder:
…we don’t have to do them.
I know. But I’m okay, and I know you like them.
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God --
ilyanastryder:
…we don’t have to do them.
I know. But I’m okay, and I know you like them.
God --
ilyanastryder:
…oh. Is it…okay?
Oh yeah, of course. I’m fine. I mean...I know it’s not actual gunshots or explosions, so. I’m alright. Loud noises just don’t agree with me particularly well anymore. I’m alright though.
God --
ilyanastryder:
…yeah? I guess they’d have to be for me to feel them so much.
Yeah, it’s like...some of them sound like gunshots. But the really big ones sound like explosions. They’re prettier than explosions though.
God --
ilyanastryder:
….yeah, that’s the best part.
They’re very...loud.
God --
ilyanastryder:
Whaat? Nooo. I love them. I can like. I know it’s happening.
I think -- hmph -- everyone knows it’s happening.
God --
Ugh, I hate them.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
You’re so mean to the poor pup.
Oh please. Please. I cater to him so often. I just don’t give him people food like some people, because it’s bad for him.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Oh, c’mon he is not. That’s a huge exaggeration.
Babe. Look at him laying there. I’m counting like three rolls.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Oh, he is not, he’s just fine. He looks handsome.
He’s like twenty pounds heavier. He is a tubbo.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Oh, please. When would I ever?
All the time. Quite literally. All the time. He’s getting fat, babe.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Uhh, chicken sounds good I think?
Mmkay. Don’t feed any to Max, please.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Oh, totally the best. Can confirm.
Hah. Talk shit get hit, Allison. You want chicken or a burger?
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
Hm?
Allison’s being annoying, just tell her I’m clearly the better cook here.
Oh my god.
ilyanastryder:
…
Will you not back me up here?
Oh my god.
I know how to operate my own grill, thank you.
No.
ilyanastryder:
Um, whatever is left of my local brewed stuff is fine.
—
I…no, of course. I know. And I get it. If you’re comfortable with this decision, you know I’ll support it. I love you too. A lot.
Good deal. Here.
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I want you to be comfortable with the decision too. You didn’t seem too happy with it at first. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?
No.
ilyanastryder:
I would have to agree with you there. So I guess we should…just not worry about it and like have a beer or something.
—
No, no that…that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. It - as long as you’re not doing it for the wrong reasons, I think…I think maybe you’re right, then. I just want to be sure. This is a big thing and…I just…wanted to be sure we talked it all through.
What kind do you want? I’ll get us one.
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No, I’m not doing it just to be a bitch. I don’t know though, maybe that’s part of it. I just...don’t feel the need to reconcile is all. You were there. You know why. I love you. I’m sorry I’m the worst.