"Do you love me?" I asked, seasoning a piece of raw meat.
"Yes," he said, grabbing a green apple from the fridge to eat.
"How much do you love me?" I asked, grabbing a frying pan.
"Just know that I'm happy to be your man."
"Will you ever leave me? I really want to know."
"Does two plus two equal three? The answer is no."
"Why do you feel that way?" I asked, analyzing my recipe book.
"Because, honey, you know how to cook!"
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