He's been really nice to me since my Grandad got ill and died - I suppose if he wasn't nice to me through hard times I'd have to rough him up a bit - it's lovely.
But that makes me think that maybe he should always be this nice to me and usually he isn't anywhere near as lovely as he's been these last few days.
Just saying. I might be living with a complete and utter cunt.
Not that it matters.
Still love him.
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