Oh, for crying out loud! Of all the nights, he just had to waltz in tonight, didn’t he? No call, no warning, just BAM—there he is, throwing a grenade into my carefully planned date night. Like, seriously? Do I have a neon sign on my forehead that says “Interrupt here”? It’s infuriating! Now we’re stuck playing host instead of enjoying our evening. Absolutely ridiculous.
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