I gritted my teeth and forced myself to calm down."You're the only person I let talk to me this way. You know what would happen if you were anyone else?

I already apologized for that.”“No, you didn’t.”“Then I’m sorry.”"“Fuck your sorry.”“Fine. Fuck my sorry.

Anytime you need me, just call. I'll stop everything for you. Any fucking thing on this earth.

Why let me heal when you'll just break me anyway?”“Because breaking you is half the fun.

Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else.

Say it for me, Rainy. No other man.

Weed etiquette rule - whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit.

Sorry. I would be bad for you.

There's always a price.