I feel like I'm in store for one of those lectures where you know your feelings are in the right, and they're wrong, yet you can't see to find the words to back your point up, so they laugh and think about how right they are and all you want to do is yell, "Look, would you just get the fuck out of my face?" but all you can do is sit there and say, "Okay, that's right, you got me there" in the most sarcastic manner you can physically produce with your mouth and vocal chords. But no matter how you slice it, I am wrong and they're right, and things were said in the heat of the moment that I'll never be able to take back no matter how desperately I'd like to. I'm too stubborn to apologize but not stupid enough to not realize it wasn't right. And for that, and only that, I'm sorry - take it or leave it, it's up to you.
Last night I called Liz because I wanted a goodnight kiss over the phone before I went to bed and after she gave me one I go, "Okay, now give it to Amy" because I wanted lovin' from her too. They're my favorites. Happy Birthday, by the way, Amy. I'll be home tomorrow night and then you're all mine, and maybe Liz's if I feel like sharing, for the entire weekend.
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