Austin made
scones.
Austin: How do you like them?
Me: They're pretty good. I don't much care of the chocolate chips.
Later, Austin, hugging me: I love you, even though you have poor taste.
Me: That's lucky for you.
Austin: How do you like them?
Me: They're pretty good. I don't much care of the chocolate chips.
Later, Austin, hugging me: I love you, even though you have poor taste.
Me: That's lucky for you.
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