Me:
Will it kill you if I tell you one more time how gorgeous you are
today?
Austin: It might.
Me, crestfallen: Then I won't say it.
Austin: Really? 'Cause I don't want you to accidentally say it and then have to live with the guilt.
Me: I can take it.
Austin: That means you're going to say it.
Me: Yep.
Austin: It might.
Me, crestfallen: Then I won't say it.
Austin: Really? 'Cause I don't want you to accidentally say it and then have to live with the guilt.
Me: I can take it.
Austin: That means you're going to say it.
Me: Yep.
Later, as I'm sending a text to someone, Austin: I see the resemblance between you and Zach [my Android phone addicted nephew].
Me: You're gorgeous.
Austin
in death throes.
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