I’m just saying — with PMS you never know what to expect: maybe we’ll have sex a hundred times, maybe I’ll hurl you out the window. Could go either way.
You’re all fire and brimstone when you’re like this, but I know you like me too much to be actually mean.
That is so not true.
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