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Logan:
Thanks for the poster, it was a great reminder of the night I kicked your arse.
Wendy:
Grabbed my arse is more like it.
Logan:
That too. Though I think that was another time.
Wendy:
So many happy memories. (Can you hear my sarcasm?)
Logan:
If it wasn’t a good memory, then why send me a constant reminder of that night?
Wendy:
Just to make sure you suffer as much as I have to. I have to live with the awful memory of your tongue in my mouth.
Logan:
And I think the lady doth protest too much. (Shakespeare). Sounds to me like you can’t stop thinking about how good it was.
Wendy:
Gross! I shudder to think where else that tongue has been.
Logan:
I could email you a list if that would help...
Wendy:
Have I told you yet today how much I hate you? Stop texting me, I need to sleep.
Logan:
Okay. Sweet dreams. We both know they’ll be about me...