True Love
SY: Honey? Sweetie?
WA: Yes, my love?
SY: I told you your hair would look better shorter. I was right, wasn't I?
WA: Yes, I can see that. The mirror wants what it wants.
SY: Sorry I was so depressed last night.
WA: That's okay, darling.
SY: It's just that I miss my mom sometimes.
WA: I know.
SY: Sometimes I have the overpowering need to be taken in her arms...
WA: Yup.
SY: And comforted as I lay at her bosom.
WA: Oh god, me too. I totally feel the same way. Her eyes are so blue.
SY: Excuse me?
WA: You know, just thinking about a mother's love.
SY: I didn't really mean bosom.
WA: Oh, me neither. Were you going to show me how to do that text thing?
AJ: Honey? Little Sprout?
BP: Yes, sweetikins, at your service.
AJ: That scarf you're wearing?
BP: Yeah, babe.
AJ: What were you thinking?
BP: I thought you liked my quirky affable cool-dude demeanor.
AJ: Don't say demeanor. It irritates me.
"BP: Oops.
AJ: I guess no one will think you are gay.
BP: Gay? Why would--
AJ: Oh darling, see those poor children over there behind the cordoned off section? The ones with the big eyes and no food?
BP: No, Angie, I don't see them. I don't see them, honey. Let's go. Let's get out of here.
HC: Do you think this food service uniform will make people like me better?
BC: Aw baby, they like you now. You are the greatest.
HC: Thanks, dear. Are you going to be home tonight?
BC: Uh no, I have an important foundation meeting. It's in, um, Philadelphia.
HC: What about this weekend?
BC: Darn. I have to shoot down to Florida for some golf.
HC: I was hoping we could study Italian together.
BC: We will, dear. But I have an emergency conference with Governor Sanford in South Carolina. And we might play golf too.
love,
becky
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