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[sketchbagg]

Betty: No, I mean it. It's all I think about. Every day. Your car coming down the driveway. I put the kids to bed early. Make a grocery list, I cook butterscotch pudding. I never let my hands idle. Brushing my hair, drinking my milk... It's all in a kind of fog because I can't stop thinking about this. I want, you so badly.

Don: Ssshh. You have me. You do.

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