Me: (singing Hot Child in the City) Oh wait, are you gonna ask me to not sing again? Or offer me five dollars to quit singing like you did a few weeks ago?
Ben: You cooked me dinner. You can sing on nights you cook.
Me: That is really sad. That I have to go through all this work to just hum with words.
Ben: You’re lucky. There were times in history when women cooked for their right to live.
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