There's nothing to be sorry about. It had to come out sometime.
[She'll forever be a sucker for that smile, love or none. And she reaches down, cupping his chin so she can run her thumb along his cheek, feeling the beginning of a five o'clock shadow.]
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[She'll forever be a sucker for that smile, love or none. And she reaches down, cupping his chin so she can run her thumb along his cheek, feeling the beginning of a five o'clock shadow.]
And I have to. Or else we'll be hungry tonight.