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So this just happened in about 5 minutes. It was fun. (I think the proposal has made me soft. Which is, of course, what he said.)
So this just happened in about 5 minutes. It was fun. (I think the proposal has made me soft. Which is, of course, what he said.)
“So, best man. Dwight?” Hello?
“Oh, did you ask Angela to be your maid of honor?” Hi.
“Touché, good sir.” I’m very happy you called.
“I miss you. Like, a lot.” I miss you. Like, a lot.
“I miss you like a lot too,” I miss you like a lot too, she listens to him breathe for a moment and then, “How much of a cradle-robber do you feel like with your fiancée away at college? Wow, you must feel like a creep.” I wish you were here right now. Or just all the time.
“Wow. Art school has made you kind of a tool.” Me too.
“Right?” Right?
“Hmm. So…it would be a bad idea for me to drive to New York tonight, right?” I would drive there right now if you wanted.
“Bad? No. Irresponsible? Certainly. I need you to make money so you can support your wife when she becomes a full-time student.” Of course I want it, but we’re responsible (ish) adults.
“Whoa there, missy. Engaged ain’t married. I’m technically still a bachelor.” Okay, as long as you know I would. But I’m suffering without you.
“Ha! If by bachelor you mean person who eats frozen dinners while his gourmand girlfriend is away, then yes. A bachelor you are.” I have no doubt that you're suffering. And no doubt about anything else either.
“Gourmand? Stuff out of a box is like one point above stuff out of the freezer.” Good. Good.
“Whatever, the food I make goes on a real plate.” But seriously, I’ll make you dinner when I get back.She listened to the beeping of his microwave. “Oh my god! You’re making one right now!” And for the rest of our lives.
“What, Pam? A man’s gotta eat.” Thank you. So much.
“A Hungry Man at that.” No problem.
“I’ll show you Hungry Man.” I want to have sex with you right now.
“Don’t tease.” Don’t tease.
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