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Genevieve Sage
Seattle, Washington USA
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ME: (noticing the timer went off on the oven) Why didn't you tell me it went off?
HIM: It's not my responsibility to...you're the one making cupcakes.
ME: You could've told me the buzzer went off - now they're burnt.
HIM: Why is it eveytime you fuck something up you blame it on me? It's your deal; you're making them, not me.
ME: I couldn't hear the buzzer! I was in the bedroom!
HIM: Well, I thought it was just the coffee maker. You should've been listening. If you were so concerned about your cupcakes.
ME: Great. Now they're crispy. (Begins making new batch)
HIM: Don't fucking blame me! You always put this shit on me! It's not my fucking deal, Genevieve, jesus-fucking-christ!!
ME: Quit swearing, you sound like a white-trash hick.
HIM: You're the one making white trash white cupcakes.
ME: They're not white! They're Classic Yellow!! You're an ass-hole. And you need to go anger management or something.
HIM: I'm not the one who started yelling.
ME: Yes, you are. You freaked out.
HIM: Whatever.
ME: Good comeback.
(Puts new cupcakes in the oven and sets the timer, plus noticeably sets cell-phone for an additional alarm and walks past HIM back into the bedroom to watch Access Hollywood.)
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