“I can’t forgive you,” I say.
“I couldn’t be sorrier than I—”
“You cheated!” I say
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“I hate you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You stand here so pious.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” I say.
“Why?”
“I cheated, too.”
“I can’t forgive you!” she says.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Sleep with me!” she says.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sleep with me,” she says, pushing me onto the bed.
“If you insist.”
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“I’m sorry, too,” I say.