[Far be it for her to complain about a barechested man in her house, much less on her couch. However, she is going to complain about his feet propped up on her coffee tables. That thing was not only a gift, but a pricy one. No scuff marks her her belongings now.]
Get off. [She smacks the toe of his shoe as she passes by on her way somewhere in the house.] You're gonna mess it up.
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Get off. [She smacks the toe of his shoe as she passes by on her way somewhere in the house.] You're gonna mess it up.