Do you want to get together later?
Yes.
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Yes, and?
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Yes, I want to get together later.
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Shall I read your mind to divine where you would like to meet and where you would like to go?
Could you?
Ass.
It would be really convenient.
Oh, please. You’d fucking hate it if I knew what you wanted all the time.
You wouldn’t have to ask me questions all the time.
Unless you could read *my* mind, I’d still have to talk to you though.
Don’t you like talking to me?
It is a challenge.
Doing things that are a challenge is good for you.
If you don’t tell me what you want to do tonight, one thing I will *not* be doing is you.
You can be kind of humorless sometimes, you know?
I don’t know what to do with you.
Meet me at my place. I’ll let you do me. Without talking.
I hate you.
I love you.
Shut up.
That’s why I don’t talk. It always ends with you telling me to shut up.
You’re doing it wrong.
When I do *you* it will be right.
Does that mean you want to stay in?
Read my mind…
Hmmm. Your mind tells me you want to go ice skating? How surprising. I had no idea you like it.
Do I?
You do!
Huh. You’re always teaching me things about myself.
It’s my pleasure.
You’re such a…
That’s not nice!
What?
I heard what you were thinking.
Alright, Tonya Harding. Ready to go skating?
Maybe we should stay in.
You read my mind.