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You’re going to get mad at me for that?  You never asked before.  I don’t tell you everything I do, and I know you don’t tell me everything you do. But what the fuck? I never say anything to you when you go shopping. Why should you bite my head off for something as simple as that? Sometimes I wonder if I have to report my every single activity. I was never that open before. Now I feel as if you don’t trust me. Jesus. I guess I will hand you my report of my weekly activities for you to review and approve.

Fuck it.