Me: "Don't touch it."
Doug: "Oh, come on."
Me: "I like this song."
Doug: "Why do you want to kill my soul?"
Then I started singing along, with great feeling. After this went on for a minute or so, Eli said, with a look of utmost suffering on his face, as he gazed forlornly out the window:
"Sometimes I don't like it when she sings."
Where's the love, man?!?
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Speaking of singing, are you still taking lessons? I haven't heard you mention it in a while. I wish I'd had the nerve and the money to take singing/voice lessons.
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