She: I'm sorry that I raised my voice with you on the phone... It was a bad day.
He: I know. I can't get mad at you, you know? Can't say if that's either good or bad.
She: Both, I guess. I mean, it's good that you can't but also it's bad because you're my balance.
He: Your balance?
She: Yeah, you know that. Who do I listen to? Not my mother, not my friends, at least not always... But the trust I have in you is unique.
That's why I feel ashamed...
He: Apologies accepted. I know it's a simple transference. After all, it's better to do it with your "pillow" than with your boss right?
She: It is, but that asshole desearves... Anyway, thank you again, dear. You're not mad at all then?
He: How can I? Even if I did, holding you like this turns everything back to the right place.
She: So hold me tight tonight, tonight...
He: You know I love that song!
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