Me: how are they breaking into the house?
Sweetest heart: they were all burgling the houses... this is what they do... we should have never done the play
Me: when are you coming home
Sweetest: soon... Honey... don't leave when they make such plans
Me: where are the dried fruits?
Sweetest: with me by 6
Me: I can't tolerate criminals
Sweetest: Neither can I?
Me: Now may I go for a walk?
Sweetest: lock your door
Me: will you meet me?
Sweetest : Yes... After 5.30... then I think Hercules will be at home and then I'll come around 8
Me: I love you... I need a good job with a high pay
Sweetest heart: being arranged by Santa Claus... this is the problem with being famous
Me: you are right... shona
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