[Fortunately for Jessica, that's actually an endearing trait. People who can't deal with near-toxic levels of sarcasm tended to get irony poisoning around him and didn't stick around.
He laughs, loud and obnoxious, and closes up the bag of food before shoving it into a pocket of his torn up army fatigues.]
Honey, you've got no idea about half the things I've had inside me. But you're not wrong.
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He laughs, loud and obnoxious, and closes up the bag of food before shoving it into a pocket of his torn up army fatigues.]
Honey, you've got no idea about half the things I've had inside me. But you're not wrong.