I pretend I'm talking to Satan. It usually provides me with surprisingly judicious advice or complete indifference.
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I was supposed to meet the woman at my apartment for lunch. I get an hour long break and it takes me twenty minutes to get home. I called her before I left to see where she was and she said she'd be there at one. She wasn't. She has my key to the front door so I ended up sitting outside for almost exactly twenty minutes. When she got there I didn't say much. I grabbed a few things out of the fridge and kissed her goodbye. She said she was sorry, that she would make it up to me, that we should talk about it later.
Oh no, honey. That time has passed. Words are quite incapable of repairing of this breach. I'm afraid the situation has escalated far beyond verbal reproach; now, it's all about ANAL SEX.
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