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Whitley
Whitley:We are out to dinner. What appetizer are you campaigning for?
Jake: That depends. What type of restaurant are we at?
Whitley: Your choice.
Jake: I feel like you are taking the easy way out with that answer.
Whitley: Are you going to answer me or not? The future of our relationship is counting on this question right now.
Jake: Jeez, woman. I didn’t know you were this passionate about appetizers.
Whitley: Appetizers are the most important part of the meal. This is a necessary question. Compatibility is necessary. Oh, and don’t say the sampler. It’s the easy way out.
Jake: I’ve never talked so much about appetizers in my life.
Whitley: And yet you still haven’t answered.
Jake: Fine, since you won’t tell me where we are, I’ll assume we’re either in Birmingham or Rolling Hills. Knowing the dining options in one, and guessing in the other, I’m going to go with fried okra.
Whitley: =) See, was that so hard?
Jake: You are exhausting.
Whitley: Just wait until we transition into ice cream flavors.
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Jake:I don’t know if we can continue this. It’s been nice knowing you.
Whitley: Oh my goodness! All I said was that I’m not a fan of country music!
Jake: How do you call yourself a proper southern woman and not like country music?
Whitley: Because my parents listened to it and it sounded depressing. It was all about trucks and dogs and sad love songs.
Jake: It’s so much more than that.
Whitley: Oh really?
Jake: Yes. Now the women are talking about taking bats through the windshields of the men who did them wrong.
Whitley: Why didn’t you tell me? That I can get into. Do I get to wear the boots? I think I’d look cute in the boots.
Jake: ……………
Whitley: Are you picturing me in just cowboy boots?
Jake: No…
Whitley: Jake…
Jake: Fine. You’re also wearing my ball cap.
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