Nooooooo! [Her protest sounds a lot like a whiny child's, so it's fitting that he used his dad-sigh. Kenzi pouts, looking miserable. She is NOT sick. There is no way she is admitting that she's sick because that means she can't go to work or be on her own and occasionally, it means hospitals.
Noooo thank you.]
He let me borrow his jacket and I didn't even recognize him and I feel like a huge jerk and I haven't even said thank you or sorry or anything--
[She winces as her stomach ties up in another painful knot of a cramp and decides that maybe sitting is better than standing right now. Thought sitting in a CHAIR might be better than sitting on the floor.]
Jeff, help me, I'm dying. My last wish is to bake these cookies. Tell my beefcake husband I love him. I put you in my will to inherit all my eyeliner and my collection of other people's postcards.
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Noooo thank you.]
He let me borrow his jacket and I didn't even recognize him and I feel like a huge jerk and I haven't even said thank you or sorry or anything--
[She winces as her stomach ties up in another painful knot of a cramp and decides that maybe sitting is better than standing right now. Thought sitting in a CHAIR might be better than sitting on the floor.]
Jeff, help me, I'm dying. My last wish is to bake these cookies. Tell my beefcake husband I love him. I put you in my will to inherit all my eyeliner and my collection of other people's postcards.