“You’re always trying to talk with me,” he pointed out. “That’s all you ever do. Talk talk talk.” She drew back. “If you didn’t like it,” she said in a snippy voice, “you shouldn’t have married me.” “It wasn’t as if I had a choice in the matter,” he bit off. “Your brothers were ready to castrate me. And just so you don’t paint me completely black, I don’t mind your talking. Just not, for the love of God, all of the time.” She looked like she was trying to say something utterly clever and cutting, but all she could do was gape like a fish and make sounds like, “Unh! Unh!”
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