“Dialogue of Bittersweet Memories”


You totally deserved it.  You tortured me.


What about the time you locked me in the basement with your brother after he ate half a dozen bean burritos.  That, my friend, was torture.  If I had lit a match the whole place would’ve gone up in flames.


I don’t remember that.


Of course you wouldn’t, you’re not the one who almost died from gas asphyxiation.


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