i ask her
politely.
can't we just
pretend we had the fight
and then
have great make up
sex?
i really don't want to argue
with you.
it's been a long day.
she looks at her list of
grievances and shakes her
head. but i've been working
on this list of
all the things that bug
me about you.
and it's friday, you know how
we always fight on friday.
can't we just do one?
one item, and that's all.
okay, okay. sure. give me
your best shot.
okay, she says.
why do you always put
a wet towel on the bed?
what are you talking about,
i never do that, ever.
okay. are we good now?
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