Austin was standing over me with an ominous expression on his
face.
Me: What are you thinking?
Austin: I was thinking how beautiful you are and how lucky I am.
Me: That’s not what it looks like you’re thinking.
Austin: What does it look like I’m thinking?
Me: It looks like you’re planning to flay my skin off with a razor blade.
Austin: Now that you mention it, good idea.
Me: What are you thinking?
Austin: I was thinking how beautiful you are and how lucky I am.
Me: That’s not what it looks like you’re thinking.
Austin: What does it look like I’m thinking?
Me: It looks like you’re planning to flay my skin off with a razor blade.
Austin: Now that you mention it, good idea.
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