S: "What?"
[Nothing, babe. I came home last night to you asleep at 7:15 (I left at 4:00) and L hanging out in her room. You had drunk the second half of a bottle of Bushmills in that time. You're leaving this morning with a 4% alcoholic kombucha in hand on the way to work. But I don't feel like I can start that conversation, because I have four tests in the next six days.]
Me: *kiss kiss*
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