"We aren't kids anymore." She shouted, stomping into the kitchen.
"I didn't say we were." He retorted.
"But you're treating me like we are. You never help around the house, you're always out, and I bet if I checked, I'd find your bank account overdrawn."
He at least had the decency to look affronted. "You won't. But what about you?"
"What about me?"
He tugged on his hair; too long and wild. Somehow she'd not noticed it had gotten so long.
"You never kiss me anymore, we rarely spend time together, and when was the last time you invited me out with you."
It was her turn to be surprised, "What are you talking about? I always asked if you wanted to go out with me, you always said no. Eventua...
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