him: why do we always fight?
her: we fight because we want things to work out.
him: my parents never fought and they were fine.
her: well, we love eachother more.
him: yeah, right......
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her: i'm sick of you.
him: i'm sick of you too.
her: then leave!
him: fuk no! you're my drug! if I die , I want people to know it's because of my addiction to you.
her: can you say that again? it was sweet.
him: fuk no! things that are repeated sounds rehearsed so I'm not going to do that!