“I don’t understand how you’re not drunk.”
“Oh, it’s the Atwood genes. We’re built to withstand massive quantities of alcohol.”
“But, if I can’t get you drunk you’ll never tell me you love me.”
“Oh, Taylor.”
“I know. I know. Bad Taylor! I shouldn’t have tried to get you drunk. Just like I shouldn’t have pretended to be your sleep therapist or
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