
I don't understand why The One thinks I have to be kept in the house. It's not as if I didn't exist for decades without him beside me. He feels I will be safer if he were with me when I go out. "How nice is that?" says my angelic self who thinks it's sweet of him. "Or how silly?" says my evil self who thinks it's selfish of him. The former prevails.
This is one of his favorite movies. He has a fascination for organized crime. He's my consigliere. :)
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