nonchereWriter, what am I going to do with you?
I'm not just some girl you take out on a whim. You know that. And yet here we are. Are you going to be serious this time? You know the consequences if you aren't.
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No, it won't be fun, it's a chore! You expect me to babysit Locke and the king of the skirt chasers, and I won't have it!
[You could loosen up a little, you know.]
I do hope that you're joking. But at least the place you're sending me has some creature comforts, so I can't say that you have entirely bad taste.
[A beat. She glares.]
Don't take this as me being complacent! Stop smiling over there! No, I'm not "just happy to see everyone!" Stop putting words in my mouth, writer!