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[warchangedme]

Dear mun,

Why do you let me say stupid things?

WHY?!

I keep saying I'm gonna be nice, I'm gonna be the bigger man, and when the words are in my head, they don't make me angry.

WHY DO YOU LET ME SAY IT?!

Not happy with you.

Love,

America

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[warchangedme]

[Snuggles! Yesyes~ He grins and snuggles back.] Perfect. I think I can do that easy enough. How complicated you want it? Like, each win is a day the loser makes his specialty? Like I do lunch and barbecue, you do breakfast and dessert? Wait...then I won't get poutine...tie or no medals we both make dinner together?

[mountie]

[Good. Because he's enjoying snuggling right now.] That's what i was thinking. It seems like the fairest way of doing it. And maybe I'll toss in poutine, anyway, and declare it a breakfast food.

[warchangedme]

[And now he's also getting a loud, wet kiss on his cheek.] Awesome! Best Summer Ever!

[Because Al always cheers up for food, especially Mattie's breakfast. and maybe France but shhhhhh]

[mountie]

[Making a show of it, he offered a drawn out 'ewww' that was riddled with laughter.] I'll agree with you on that one. It's definitely better than sitting around and doing nothing.

[He'll keep on believing his food is the best. Over France's. Shh.]