

Goodnight JackieDad? Captain Teague sighed, leaning back in his chair as his only son crept up to the side of it. What is it Jackie? he asked, closing his eyes as Jack clambered up into his father's lap, his small frame light on Teague's knees. Shouldn't you be going to bed? Carl got me into an argument, began the nine-year-old boy. Teague didn't bother correcting him, he had never found correct speech helpful at all in real life. He was tellin' me a story, and told me his mom told him. What's there to argue about? Teague decided to humor him for once and listenedGoodnight Jackie
I'M SO DISSAPOINTED WITH OUR RELATIONSHIP, PROFESSIONAL SPOUSE!
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
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... that's what she said.
In reality, however, I will no longer be swamped as of December when my college classes are done. Then you should invite me over! I will bring presents of Christmas! Aka, presents to beg you to forgive me for not being more talkative.
We've been professional spouses since at LEAST June 6 of 2007? D:/
GO FIG.
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... that's what she said.
We should get together and celebrate our second anniversary!
We can bake congratulatory Betty Crocker brownies. IT WOULD BE AMAZING.
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... that's what she said.
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... that's what she said.
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