She~ I’m getting angry. Stop it.
He~ Okay, beat me then☺☺
She~ Who are you to me; why do I beat you?
He~ Now you only tell me, what am I to you?
She~ typing… (for 10 minutes)
“Neither flesh of my flesh…
Nor bone of my bone…
But still, miraculously, my own…” ~ saved as draft
Legally no one… ~ she sends finally💜💛💝