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She happily hopped out of the car (as easily as a pregnant woman can) and headed to the kitchen for a spoon |
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I stalked after her, grabbing a spoon before pulling the lid off of mine, digging in. |
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"Mhm, and that's why chocolate brownie is the best Ben & Jerry's flavor." I teased, pointing the spoon warily at her. |
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"Lies" She accused, narrowing her eyes at him |
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"Nah, they're facts, sweetheart." I teased, knowing last time I called her that it pissed her off. |
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She glared at him and acted like she was gonna throw the ice cream at her. "Watch your mouth, asshole" She said, sticking her tongue out at him |
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(YOOO WASSUP) I snickered, grinning. "As you wish, honey." I couldn't help myself from laughing, taking another bite of my ice cream. |
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(Ayyyye how ya been bestie?) She picked up a pillow and threw it at him |
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(good, you?) "HEY!" I echoed, dodging it barely as I pointed my spoon at her teasingly. "You're so asking for it," |
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Sunny and Warmer
