I think I'm living inside of a love story
He, while putting one of his fancy dress shirts on me: you never wore anyone's shirt before?
She: no. They didn't want my breasts stretching them out.
He, buttoning the front of the shirt up: (rolling eyes) yes... well... the way this works is that you get up in the morning, put on my shirt and your panties, come out to the kitchen with your hair a little disheveled and have breakfast...
She: what if I'm not hungry? (as I smile sweetly)
He just stares at me for a good ten seconds: you have a little bit of the very nice breakfast I make for you, and then we plan out things we're going to do that day... (a long pause as he looks me up and down in his shirt)
She: and then?
He: and then... we don't do any of it.
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