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Sin:It is. I hate that it makes you sad. Are you sure you want to work with them?
Tiffany:Sin!
Sin:What?
Tiffany:Don’t say that! If listening to it is as bad as this, can you imagine what it was like to actually live it?
Sin:Fucking shit?
Tiffany:Exactly.
Sin:Sorry, baby. I just hate thinking of you getting upset. I don’t like you getting stressed.
Tiffany:I think you’d wrap me up in cotton if you could.
Sin:Yup.
Tiffany:Lol. I swear, you’re crazy protective.
Sin:That a complaint?
Tiffany:Nope.
Sin:Lol. So, you like that I’m crazy protective?
Tiffany:Maybe.
Sin:Only maybe?
Tiffany:Definitely maybe. But I don’t want you getting ideas.
Sin:Why not? You appreciate my ideas?
Tiffany:I do in the bedroom, just not when it involves my career. Because if I let you get carried away, I’ll end up a stay-at-home wife.
Sin:Nothing wrong with that.
Tiffany:No, there isn’t. I agree. BUT I don’t have any children.
Sin:You still have a home to make.
Tiffany:Yeah, but it’s not the same, is it? Plus I don’t want to be like my mom.
Sin:Angel, you could never be like her.
Tiffany:I know you mentally said ‘like that bitch.’
Sin:LOL. Mebbe.
Tiffany:Sigh. She wasn’t always this way, Sin.
Sin:Thank fuck for that. I’d pity your father if she was.
Tiffany:Pfft.
Sin:Pfft? Tell me you don’t agree?
Tiffany:I wish I could.
