When I come into your demense, exhausted but still trying to spend a little time with you before bed, and you don't look up from your texting to acknowledge my presence except to annoyingly snap "Hello!" as I'm walking away, no, I'm not going to explain my reason for being there.
I don't know if you've noticed, but we haven't had fifteen quality minutes together since I dragged you away from your sewing on Thursday night.
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