The unsaid…

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

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Legally no one… ~ she sends finally💜💛💝