Yes, just give me a minute.
Do we have to go?
For the last time, yes. You know this is important to her.
And you know she hates me.
Look, I know she’s opinionated. But this is kind of an obligation. I swear, we’ll go, say happy birthday and leave as soon as possible.
Except that when you’re with your family that can take forever. And as no one likes me because of her I’ll be sitting in a corner by myself while you have a good time.
I swear, I’ll keep you with me at all times. It’ll be okay. And you can’t fault me for loving my family.
I know. It’s just, when are they going to love me?
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