“What kind of sick fuck gets off on fighting all the damn time?” I give her the look that statement deserves. “There are two of them in this room right now.” She makes an angry teakettle noise. “I don’t love you.” “Okay.” “I don’t.” “That’s fine.” She practically vibrates with rage. “Stop being so calm.” “I don’t know what you want me to say, beautiful girl.”
The vibes are immaculate
