Yeah, look, you’re going to have to stop doing that. No, I don’t like it, and I never have. No, that doesn’t count, because do you remember how many margaritas we had that night? You shouldn’t assign any significance to any one thing I do in this, uh, context, and plus I’m pretty sure I remember what you’re talking about, and it was more of a grunt anyway. Is there any ice cream left?
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Things happen. Tender moments. Whispered nothings. But if you can find your underwear the next morning, it doesn’t count.
To answer the offline inquiry: no, it’s a woman talking. That’s obvious. A man’s not going to say “stop” in any sexual context unless he’s bleeding out.