"Love."

"Hate."

"That is so typical."

"What?"

"Nothing. OK, next word-Empty."

"Egg."

"You are so weird."

"Just say the damn questions!"

"Fine. Hunger."

"Desert. Don’t look at me like that, when they found me in the desert I hadn’t eaten for nearly a week."

"Oh. Rose."

"Thorn."

"Candle."

"Sex."

"You think about sex when you see candles?"

"I can’t help it, now quit teasing me and just do your stupid questionnaire."

"Space."

"You have got to be joking me."

"I’m not it says so right here-see?"

"Fine-Home."

"Life."

"Death."

"Hurt."

"Hank."

"Michael-"

"Maria."

"I-er- your name wasn’t on the paper."

"Are you blushing?"

"No. No!"

"You are!"

"I am not!"

"Come here."

"No."

"Maria, I’m not going to ask you again."

"You sound just like Mom."

"Please."

"What do you want?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yeah."

"You."

"Why aren’t you like this more often?"

"Like what?"

"Tender and loving and-"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

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