Minx to Me: Can you think of a girl's name beginning with 'H'?
Me to Minx: Whatcha doin'?
Minx to Me: Writing a book.
Me to Minx: Uhh really?
Minx to Me: Yeah shall I read it to you so far?
Me to Minx: Uhhhh OK...
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Minx to Me: Whatdya think?
Me to Minx: It's brilliant. But like how come you just go and like DO it and it's like BRILLIANT and I'm supposed to be the one making you pick up a pen on pain of death and like I'm slumped here glarin' at shite on the telly 'cos I'm like too exhausted to move and you just go and bloody DO it and it's BRILLIANT and I'm so crap and you're so fab and I just want to give up on life altogether and be staked out to a tree to feed the crows..... and you just DO it!!!! You couldn't have made me feel more shit about myself if you'd planned it. I'm going to die miserable and leave you nothing to think kindly of. I'm as obselete as a discarded nail clipping. I'm using up your oxygen for no reasonable return. You have hammered the final nail in the coffin of my self-worth. I am futile. I am already a corpse. I am a fetid pustule on the arse of death. I am withered. I am nothing.... Did I say that out loud? Yes it's brilliant darling.
Minx to Me: Well I thought I'd take a break from the film script for a while.
Me to Minx: Shouldn't you be in bed?