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He: I'm not putting hairs in your sink.
She: Yes you are! You're doing that just to irritate me. I know you.
He: Why would I do that? I have my own sink to put my hairs in.
She: I just know you're putting your hairs in my sink and I want you to stop it.
Next Day:
He: Please shave the hairs on the back of my neck. They're getting long.
She: Oh, they're not too bad, just a few wispy hairs. Someone giving you a hicky would be the only one to see these little neck hairs.
He: Hicky? Who'd give me a hicky? I don't ever remember getting a hicky from you or anyone else?
She: I don't remember getting one, either.
He: What are hicky's supposed to do? Someone biting my neck never did anything for me.
She: Oh really?
This is what married people talk about.

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