“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 on the bed.

“If you insist.”

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“I’m sorry, too,” I say.