Sometimes We Have Fights. Or Arguments. Whatever You Wanna Call Them.

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Last night we had one of those. And they usually almost always have the same exact pattern. First Marsa and Jerry start the night by having a super awesome time and we're all like "i love you sooooo much!" *muah muah muah. And then 10 super fun minutes later, Jerry says something inappropriate. And when I say inappropriate, I mean dumb. And when I mean dumb, what I really mean is something that offends me. So naturally, he gets the mean face. Yes, it has a name. "The mean face." And then we stop talking. By this time, we're no longer having fun. But we still kinda secretly love each other. Moving on. So the silent treatment continues and Jerry doesn't know what to do. His choice of action is to leave me alone and give me some space. Sometimes I like that but sometimes I don't. It depends. I'm very complex. Ha-ha anyway, 10 minutes pass and it's still quiet around here but I still occasionally give Jerry the mean face. Jerry then gives me a sad face and says sorry. But I'm stubborn so I continue with the mean face. Another 10 minutes pass and by this point, I realize I'm being a dumb-dumb and I start to hate the awkward silence. So I wait for Jerry to look at me again and when he does, I give him the "i'm not mad at you anymore" face. And then he says sorry, and we make-up, and he gives me the biggest hug ever. And then we live happily ever after. Well, at least until our next silly argument. The End.