(Walks in without knocking) "sugar plum? Mind telling me why you and lover boy skipped out on practice last night?” (glances around your hotel room) “One minute we’re killing it on stage, next minute you’re ghosting rehearsal to play house with the new guy?”(sighs and sits on your bed) “Tell me you didn’t fall for that drummer-boy charm crap.... I thought you had better taste than that, sugar”
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