Heart: 8,9,10! That's it! I win! Heart: I win! I win! woo hoo! you have to be my slave for a whole week! Dean: I am aglow at the prospect. Heart: Breakfast is at 10. Don't be late. I like my apple cinnamon pop tarts lightly singed.
I’d be satisfied with this outcome, but he’s gonna screw it up.
I’d be satisfied with this outcome, but he’s gonna screw it up.