"Sweety Babboo..."
"What?"
"Take a picture of my bruises."
"No."
"C'mon. Take a picture."
"Forget it."
"Why not?"
"They'll think I beat you."
"Mary Sissy Pants. Take a picture."
"Not gonna happen."
"I've counted 32 today. Look."
"NO."
He's winning the battles, but I'll win the war. I have some Epic bruises. It would be a shame not to document them.
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