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Cordelia walks directly to Arlo’s side of the couch, climbs onto his pillow, and curls up.

(to Arlo) One week. Don’t kill her.

Bruce barks. Arlo sighs, throws the ball. Bruce sprints after it with pure, uncomplicated joy. my-wife-knot-my-dog

You miss the way she knots your tie before court. Cordelia walks directly to Arlo’s side of the

(quietly) I’m sorry about the pillow. The peeing. climbs onto his pillow