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We've been hooking up, all satisfaction, no strings.

What if I'm okay with a few strings?

Leslie Thomas came by the casino today.

What did she want?

A backer for a nonprofit clinic.

I hope you told her yes.

I've been diagnosed with breast cancer.

It's called the BRCA gene.

It can be passed down from generation to generation.

And there is something you can do.

-TED: About Kat? -NICOLE: She won't get tested

even if I test positive.

How long are they going to make us wait?

My stomach is eating itself from the inside out.

You didn't have breakfast?

Hello? They're drawing blood.

You have to fast.

Not for a genetic test.

I wish someone had mentioned that

while I was dreaming of pancakes for the last 12 hours.

Quick, get me something out of your secret stash.

The hell is this?

Cardboard masquerading as food?

It's one of Ted's favorites.

[groans] That tracks.

His taste in snacks and side pieces--

equally trash.

What are you doing with these?

Don't tell me you're making that drawer into

some kind of divorced woman shrine.

In the hierarchy of things that I need to deal with,

"office snacks" lands somewhere below world peace,

and scheduling my hair appointment.

-Clearly. -But I did see

him yesterday.

We talked about Kat and the testing.

You're co-parenting. That's reasonable.

Except for the part where I wound up in his arms.

You really captured something.

Make the practice look like a retreat.

That's the whole point, though, right?

You want to sell serenity and snatched cheekbones.

These new ads don't bring out the rich aunties

with the black cards, I don't know what will.

Thank you.

I should be the one thanking you, though.

Needed the distraction.

[sighs] Tell me about it.

-Anita Dupree... -Yeah.

...with breast cancer?

I'm still letting that settle in.

I know Nicole and Dani are getting tested today.

Any word yet?

Um...

Nah, still waiting.

Nicole came to me yesterday worried sick

about how this might affect Martin and Kat.

Oh, yeah? Okay.

I think that's cool that she was comfortable

coming to you-- and yeah, yeah, I hear it.

Me being cool with you comforting Aunt Nicole.

Meanwhile, I would've

flipped one of these tables if Dani returned to her ex.

Well...

love makes hypocrites of us all, nephew.

When Dani gets scared for the people she loves,

she turns to what's familiar,

and, unfortunately, that's Bill.

Pump the brakes!

Did you trip over medical equipment?

Was there some earthquake I missed?

I was asking Ted to talk some sense into Kat.

Even if I test positive, she doesn't want to get tested.

Says she doesn't want to spend her life

constantly looking over her shoulder

waiting for cancer to come knocking.

That girl has lost her mind.

Ted and I were talking about how scared we are.

I broke down a little.

Ted was being all Ted-like.

And one thing led to another.

-And finish the story. -I did.

-Nothing else happened. -Oh!

-Good. -That's it?

No lecture?

I don't want to get struck by lightning for being a hypocrite.

Because when I heard the news about Mother,

I went to Bill.

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

Go away!

Can't a girl suffer in peace?

Afternoon.

Thought you could use a pick-me-up.

Why are you so cheerful?

Did someone slip happy pills into your coffee?

Guess it's just my natural Boricua charm.

Well, can you transfer some of that flavor to this?

What died in here?

It's not that bad,

and it'll knock that headache right out.

This looks like something the Hulk would drink

to maintain his complexion.

I don't think I can do it without gagging.

Just pretend it's tequila. You handled that just fine.

You should be a comedian.

Or a professional torturer.

Drink up, mi amor.

You're not going to fight me?

Last week, you literally tried to stab me

with your fork for looking at your sausage wrong.

Sorry.

I'm not hungry.

I've got a lot on my mind ever since...

Ever since you found out about your grandma's cancer

by walking into it blind.

And you had to sit through the conversation

about genetic testing with your parents.

I understand.

I just hate that I couldn't be there for you and have your back

when you needed me.

You've been working nights, it's fine.

I thought taking you out of the house tonight

would help clear your mind.

Trudy told us to work on our communication.

So how about we take what

we learned and put it into practice?

-Hey. -Hey.

Are you here to be with your mom during the blood draw?

Um, actually, I came for you. Do you have a sec?

Of course. Let's take a walk.

I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.

And plus, you've been stressed.

Sleep is important for maintaining

immune system function during times of emotional upheaval.

Madison, light of my life.

Yes? Oh!

I need to turn my doctor brain off, don't I?

Um, the opposite, actually.

I don't follow.

You are literally the most amazing partner.

But right now I don't need my girlfriend.

I need a doctor.

Happy New Year!

[cheers and applause]

[loud thud]

Now what did that poor little fake plant do to you?

Tried to get your attention, but you're standing there

looking all goofy-eyed and everything.

What, or more importantly,

who put that ridiculous grin on your face?

[clears throat]

Your mother seems to be doing better.

You better not be daydreaming about my Teddy.

All right?

And let me make this crystal clear to you, Miss Thing.

I got eyes.

Right back at you, honey.

Well, it was nice of you to put this in Peaches' room.

I mean, it did bring some color to the space.

I figured you might want to put it in storage,

you know, in case you want to re-gift it next year.

Holiday season, of course.

You should know that I genuinely enjoy spending time with her.

Before and after

visiting hours when certain people aren't lurking around.

Well, good thing those hours don't apply to my boo.

In fact, I'm headed to see him now.

Oh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

-Now, well, that's a damn lie. -Hmm. You got that right.

Your boo isn't in his office.

Ted had a meeting off-site.

Business or pleasure?

Hmm, I forget. It was...

Oh, I doubt that.

And why are you keeping track of Ted's schedule?

I mean, that seems kind of obsessive,

don't you think?

Oh, says the stalker.

And I'm not keeping track of anything-- Ted told me himself.

He volunteered it when he stopped by to see me earlier.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

some of us have lives.

So you're worried about Dani and Bill reconnecting?

I won't front like the idea hasn't crossed my mind.

-They have a lot of history. -And they share children.

Yeah. Who are facing

a potentially life-altering crisis.

It's kind of hard to compete with that kind of foundation

when we're still building ours.

Let me tell you about that foundation.

I had a front-row seat to every time Bill

broke her heart with his affairs.

And Dani would keep going back.

Well, Bill had her convinced

that his version of love was the best she could expect,

and she should be grateful for every scrap of affection

he threw her way.

We never thought she'd

break free of that toxicity, but she did.

With you.

For now.

So are you waiting for the right moment

to read me for filth about going to Bill?

Why would you assume that?

Because I know you like I know my own reflection,

and I can practically see the gears

grinding in that head of yours.

We are both living in the world's most

fragile glass houses.

But honestly,

turning to the people who have been in our lives for that long,

it's only natural.

Especially given the emotional tornado we're living in.

You develop a shorthand.

One look, they know exactly what storm you're weathering.

Bill knows what Chelsea and Naomi

mean to you because he helped create them.

And Ted knows what Martin and Kat

mean to you for the same reason.

That's why we went to them.

Because of our children, not because we want them back.

Heavens, no.

No, Andre's amazing and I love him more

than I ever could have imagined being possible after Bill.

But...

It does make you wonder if we will ever be free

-of those relationships. -Yeah.

All right! Enough existential crises for one afternoon.

Was Ted able to change Kat's mind about testing?

I haven't heard a peep, which probably means no.

I wish she would understand

that getting tested is for her own good.

There are preventative measures she can take,

ways she can stay ahead of this thing

instead of just hoping it never catches up to her.

When I was Kat's age,

the decisions I made weren't exactly rooted in logic.

Hell, I married Bill because I thought love conquered all.

Well, you are older now. Presumably wiser.

Slightly older,

marginally wiser.

Give yourself some credit.

You have learned from your mistakes.

Have I, though?

With all this so-called experience, I still don't know

what I'm going to do if I test positive for that gene.

I don't even want to see a shot.

Tequila and I are officially broken up and blocked.

But thank you

for taking me home when I was

a complete mess yesterday

and for this

disgusting but apparently effective smoothie.

That's what I'm here for.

Smoothie delivery

-and damage control. -Yeah.

I wish my Puerto Rican prince had something

to make me feel better about Gran's cancer.

And maybe

take away your fears about being a carrier?

How did you...

Did Chelsea say something?

Actually, it was Bill.

Why were you and Bill Hamilton, of all people,

discussing my medical history?

It's not like that.

After I dropped you home,

I checked in with Bill when I got back to work,

and told him I was out dealing with a personal matter.

Which could be anything.

He assumed I meant your grandmother's cancer

and started talking about how scared

Naomi and Chelsea were about potentially being carriers.

Oh.

And you probably had no idea what he meant.

Talk about a deer in headlights.

Why didn't you say something?

I thought we were confiding in each other.

I know, and I'm sorry.

I-I just didn't want you to go all lawyer on me

and try to convince me to have the test.

Why would I need to convince you to do

something that's in your best interest?

Because if my mom tests positive, I'm not having it.

I don't want to know if I'm a carrier or not.

Everyone keeps putting on this brave face

and going out of their way

to reassure me that everything's okay.

It will be.

And now you're doing it, too.

What I need is for somebody to just give it to me straight.

No chaser,

no sugar coating.

Can you doctor-splain the situation

without trying to protect my feelings?

Okay, but full disclosure, I'm not an oncologist.

I'm not as familiar with triple negative breast cancer

as I am with neurological conditions.

But you've been researching.

I got up to get water last night and I found

you on the couch surfing cancer websites.

You weren't supposed to see that.

I don't want to scare you.

We're past that.

I'm a big girl,

so give me the cold, hard facts

on what my grandmother is going through

and what I'm up against if I test positive for this gene.

Gran showed Chelsea and me

where they put the port in her chest for the chemotherapy.

And that really drove it home.

Like, seeing actual proof that my always-healthy grandmother

is about to have poison pumped through her bloodstream.

-Baby... -But that's the plan!

Is to make her sicker than she's ever been before.

They're going to fill her body full of chemicals

that'll steal her hair and her appetite and energy.

All the things that make her who she is.

Like, make that make sense.

Cancer doesn't exactly follow the rules of fairness or logic.

But what I can say is,

Anita's about to have the strongest support system

on the planet.

That's what I've been thinking about.

I want to be there for Gran 24/7.

So I'm considering taking time off of work.

Okay, wait, you really think she's going to let you do that?

No, you're probably right.

I can hear her now,

telling me to take my behind back to where I belong.

Look, there are plenty Duprees that could be there for her

around the clock,

just like how they'll be there for you

if you test positive.

I promise you won't go through any of this alone.

Isn't that your ex-partner?

-Vernon spoke to me. -Ah.

The father-in-law talk.

Vernon has a way of making his expectations clear

without actually threatening you.

Yeah.

I had that talk, too, but this one was different.

It was about Dani and Bill.

Oh, that talk.

He wants me to keep her from leaning on him

during all this cancer stuff.

But I'm not sure how to do that without

stepping on his place as Chelsea and Naomi's father.

I mean, what am I supposed to say?

Hey, Bill, I know your ex-wife is worried

about getting cancer and your daughters are scared,

but if you don't mind stepping aside

so I can husband properly.

I learned the hard way about marrying into this family.

The Duprees have their own ecosystem,

rules, even their own way of handling a crisis.

You tell me something I don't know.

[sighs] You have to respect that hierarchy,

but you cannot let them run roughshod over you.

-And that includes Bill. -Hmm.

He was her rock

long before I ever came into the picture.

It's kind of hard, competing with that history.

So don't. She's your wife.

Bill needs to stay in his lane. Hmm?

And if he doesn't?

You put him there.

I am assuming you have calculated

every possible outcome,

run all the simulations through that big brain of yours.

You remember that?

Remember? Growing up, I couldn't talk you

into a bad idea to save my life.

You would always weigh all the pros and cons

and factor in what Mother and Daddy might think

and then walk away.

It didn't stop you 99 percent of the time.

Except that one time when I convinced you

to go to Romy's house party.

Because you told me it was a study group!

I ended up watching you tongue wrestle three different guys

while sitting in a corner studying the periodic table.

Whatever. Point is, we survived.

Because I mapped out an escape route,

and thank God I was sober enough to drag you

out of there when the cops showed up

-to shut it down. -And I am eternally grateful.

So, Miss Human Supercomputer...

...what's our exit strategy this time?

Honestly, I just keep thinking about the kids.

The test results could give them choices.

Kat could decide she wants children one day.

If she's a carrier, she should have

the option of freezing her eggs.

We could all be in the clear.

There's still a chance that neither of us has that gene.

And a chance that we both do.

Why even put that in the universe?

Because I'm a doctor, not a vision board.

I deal in facts, not glitter glue and good vibes.

Well, I am choosing to remain a positive Pete-- for Daddy.

Seeing what this is doing to him,

watching Mother deal with this diagnosis...

He has carried all of us on his back for decades.

It's time we carry him for once.

Detective, are you ready to see what I'm packing under here?

Now don't tempt me into arresting you

for indecent exposure.

This time, it's...

...contraband.

Hey! Hmm.

Could it be illegal goods?

Stolen evidence?

I could go on. Or you could just tell me.

well, I don't know where the fun is

in guessing.

I mean, you could just interrogate me and...

and make it all official, you know?

I do promise, though,

to be very good to the bad, bad cop.

Well, give me a hint.

Okay.

It's a treat.

And you are going to have to work very hard for it.

JACOB: Look at them.

Whispering like they're brokering a drug deal.

Leslie is chaos incarnate,

but she has calmed down lately.

Is that your definition of calm?

No.

Yeah, no, they look like they're a few steps away

-from softcore. -Right.

I see that "I'm disappointed in my girlfriend"

look on your face.

Can you blame me?

I thought we'd finally gotten to a place

where we don't keep secrets,

where we're actually building something real.

Instead, I'm getting the details about

your family's medical crisis from my boss.

I know how much you want to impress him

and how important it is for your career

to stay in the loop on family stuff.

Kat, stop. This isn't about my career or impressing anyone.

I didn't rush over here to give you some lecture

about how I don't want to look like a fool in front of Bill.

I came here because I love you.

I want to be your person, the one you can

talk to about anything.

The one you can lean on when the world gets heavy.

That's who you are for me.

And now I feel like complete garbage

and it's not because of the headache.

Then talk to me. What's really going on?

It wasn't about not trusting you or shutting you out.

I just need some time to figure out what all this means

before I can explain it to someone else.

I get that, baby, but why do you have

to figure it out on your own?

That's just how I process things.

Um...

And I still think I just need some alone time,

at least until I can figure

all of this out.

Alone.

Tomas...

No, I-I get it.

Feel better, okay?

And when you're ready, you know how to reach me.

Lab's more backed up than the toilet

at homecoming weekend.

So I'm doing the blood draw here,

VIP style.

Tapping us like maple trees

to see if we've won the cancer jackpot?

It's no biggie.

You okay, Doc?

Looking a little green around the gills.

It's just,

once we do this,

there's no going back to not knowing.

We already crossed that bridge

when Mother dropped the genetic bomb.

The longer we wait,

the deeper Daddy is going to wear that hole in the carpet.

All right, Countess,

I'm ready.

Drain me dry.

Triple negative breast cancer affects Black women

at a higher percentage.

That's not reassuring.

You asked for the facts.

Yes, the numbers look scary.

If you're a female carrier of the BRCA gene,

you have a higher chance of developing breast cancer

and ovarian cancer.

For men, it's prostate and pancreatic cancer.

Yeah, I know. Martin is at risk, too.

The keyword, though, is "if."

There's still a chance you won't test positive

even if your moms do.

Genetics isn't like passing down family heirlooms.

It's more random than that.

So I might dodge the bullet?

And early detection is everything.

Your grandmother's was caught because

she's conscientious about getting her annual mammogram.

You mind if I check with a colleague in oncology?

Get a rec for when you should start getting screened?

Oh, by all means.

Awesome.

And I'll go with you. We can make it a thing.

Wear matching outfits and even rate the waiting room magazines.

[laughs]

Sounds more like a girls' trip.

Despite the deep dive,

this isn't my first breast cancer rodeo.

I lost an aunt to invasive ductal carcinoma

a few years back.

Alisha.

She was my mom's younger sister.

I'm so sorry.

My mom convinced Alisha to listen to her

when it came to treatments,

instead of the oncologist I found.

Oh, no.

So what happened?

Things got worse instead of better,

and then she died.

Is that where the tension with your mom comes from?

Dr. Montgomery?

The results you were waiting for came in.

Thanks, Shanice.

You're the best, babe. I'll let you get back to work.

So, Detective, are you going

to use your investigative skills to ID this treat?

Or should I say

hard contraband?

Woman, you keep talking like that,

you're gonna make me spill this.

[chuckles] That ain't all you're going to spill.

Or maybe we should find somewhere more private.

What's wrong? You worried about

your little brother in blue over there?

Heh.

Brothers got your back.

That boy's less brother-in-blue and more like

Daddy's favorite tattletale.

Then maybe we should disappear.

Before your self-control does.

You keep touching my leg like that,

and I won't be responsible for what happens next.

[chuckles] Oh, baby, I'm counting on it.

Check, please.

I'll be at the Bowman-- waiting.

JACOB: Malone.

[sighs] Boy Scout.

I couldn't help but notice you and Leslie getting, uh, comfy.

You know that's what grown folks do.

Maybe you could, too,

if you paid more attention to your wife

and stop sticking your nose into my business.

I'm just looking out for you.

That woman's got more drama than one of those Housewifeshows.

[door opens]

Oh! Hello!

Almost forgot my treat.

You mean my treat?

The jury is still out on that.

Now, you ready to show me that, uh,

concealed weapon that you was bragging about?

Oh, don't wait up for your ex-partner.

This inspection might take all night.

Could have been you.

Find out what's going on between them?

I don't even think I want to know.

Well, I got a text while you were over here,

and... sister emergency.

Do you think you can drop me off at the club?

I got to go sweat off whatever the hell that was.

Yeah, sure.

Also, promise me that if the family does gather

for the test results, you'll let me be there.

From now on, I don't want to leave your side.

Have I earned that sweet treat yet?

Oh, baby, no.

Not even close.

This first time doesn't leave me wanting more?

There won't be a second.

I love the way you make me work for everything,

even though we both know you all mine.

That's kind of presumptuous, don't you think?

Maybe I'm just using you

for your considerable talents.

Use me.

Break me if you can.

[laughs] Challenge accepted!

Tomas, you leaving out right when I get here?

I just put in enough work for the both of us.

Got to get my mind right after the day I've had.

Yeah, I feel that. Naomi just dropped me off

so she could meet with Chelsea, so I figured

I'd get some reps in while they do their thing.

Kat could use the company. She wasn't feeling too hot.

-Is she all right now? -Better, but...

Real talk, I think all the Duprees got their emotions

running wild right now.

I don't want to speak out of turn about my girl,

but if anyone's going to understand, it's you.

Yeah, definitely, man. What's on your mind?

Sometimes I find it hard to be the supportive boyfriend.

That girl is so independent, so stubborn.

I want to be there for her,

but she keeps putting up these walls.

Welcome to the club, man.

All the Dupree women are like that.

Independence runs in their DNA.

Naomi?

Yeah, she's been real quiet lately.

And usually when she gets like that,

she's about to do something I'm not going to like.

Martin couldn't make it?

Had "urgent congressional business."

Which, translation...

he's probably stress-eating at a bougie restaurant

while complaining to Smitty

about how the world doesn't revolve around his schedule.

Well, I hope he's not knocking back tequila shots,

because if so, this family needs a serious intervention.

Very funny, Chelsea.

I needed to self-soothe, okay?

Finding out your grandmother has cancer

and you might be predisposed to the same thing

tends to make a girl reach for the bottle.

I was just trying to lighten the mood.

I know.

It's just everything is so overwhelming.

Tomas was trying to get me to open up,

but I couldn't even find the words.

Yeah, same energy with me and Jacob.

It's like my brain hit a glitch.

Well, that's why I sent the text.

I figured we all needed to be together right now.

And if anybody understands what we're going through,

-it's each other. -Yeah.

Misery does love company.

Have either of you checked in with our moms?

Last I checked, they were both waiting

to get their blood drawn.

Ugh! I cannot!

-What? Headache again? -No!

It's this! Look, I love you guys,

but if I hear one more thing about gene testing

or lab results, I'm going to have a breakdown.

Okay, well, we can't just go full-on ostrich

and pretend like nothing is happening.

Says who?

Madison told me about her aunt

who had cancer.

She didn't do anything about it, and now she's gone.

We have to be vigilant with this stuff.

And I want us to grow old,

and sit on somebody's porch in our matching tracksuits

arguing over which season of Insecurewas peak Issa

and-and who's going to make the snack run.

We all want that, Chels.

[phones chiming]

It's from Mom.

She and Aunt Nicole finally got their blood drawn.

Samples are off to the lab.

Now all we can do is wait.

ANDRE: Ah, there's my warrior.

[chuckles] I got just your post-battle refreshments ready.

You know, standard post-blood-draw protocol.

How did I get so lucky?

How'd the test go?

The actual test was nothing.

It's this waiting that's going to destroy me.

Well, at least you got it over with.

Yeah, and I got this souvenir to commemorate

-the occasion. -Ah...

Only you would manage to make

some medical supplies look fashionable.

Just because you're getting blood drawn

doesn't mean you can't serve a look. [chuckles]

Yeah.

-Here, let me. -Oh.

I got you.

-I am loving this bedside manner. -Yeah?

You'll love this...

[chuckles]

...even more.

Come here.

Therapeutic distraction sex?

As much as I would love to,

since you didn't get much sleep last night,

what you need is a nap.

Damn, woman, you exceeded all expectations.

You sound like a supervisor

giving a performance review.

"Leslie, you demonstrate great initiative

and exceed quarterly goals."

Well, let me rephrase that.

I was expecting a tigress,

but I got a honey badger instead.

[laughs]

Well, we are known for our aggressiveness

and the ability to take on very large prey.

Oh, I noticed.

[chuckles]

So, what's your soon-to-be

ex-wifey's animal comparison like?

She's a little kitten compared to you.

You know, it is a shame

all these sexy, strong men

stand with these boring women

who treat sex like it's a chore.

Well, I'm staying for financial reasons.

Wanted to keep my pension intact.

She's leaving anyway.

Taking half of it with her.

Hmm. Sounds like you need to make up for lost time.

Want your donut to refuel?

Later.

Well, if it isn't the most

beautiful sight on the entire floor, huh?

[chuckles] Did you practice that line

on the elevator on your way up?

Uh, that is pure charisma. No rehearsal necessary.

Uh-huh.

Anything interesting happening?

Hmm, not unless you include people asking me

where the bathroom is every five minutes.

Good, I've got a rib removal consultation

in an hour, hopefully I can keep things peaceful

-until then. -A rib removal?

You know, some people have nothing better

to spend their money on.

Yeah, I know how it sounds.

But those vanity surgeries fund my charity work.

For every socialite who wants a tiny waist

there's a child whose smile I can restore,

or whose face I can rebuild after trauma.

I stand corrected.

You just went from zero to superhero in one sentence.

It's nothing.

Speaking of using our gifts,

I know a mutual friend

who could benefit from that kind heart of yours.

Who?

Nicole.

She's in her office,

and she's going through it.

Okay, thank you. Uh...

Oh, um,

early dinner?

It's quesadilla day in the cafeteria.

Well, as long as I have buffalo chicken and blue cheese on mine,

-count me in. -Hmm. [taps counter]

Madison just texted-- the lab is backed up.

They can't even give us a ballpark

for when the results will be in.

Great, more waiting.

This emotional roller coaster will kill me

before any genetic mutation gets the chance.

Which is why I choose not to think about it.

Not thinking about it takes just as much energy

as thinking about it.

I am incredibly adept

at the fine art of selective ignorance.

I didn't think about having sex every single

minute of every single day for years.

But you eventually did.

And look what happened.

I got a PhD in mental gymnastics

trying to figure out if I was doing it right.

And you're the one who told me not to overthink it.

I'm not overthinking.

I'm not even close to figuring out

what I'll do if Mom tests positive,

but I do want to be informed

if and when that day comes.

It's called being an adult.

Yeah, well, have fun with that.

Well, you've been awfully quiet, sis.

Anything to add?

Not today.

-[knocking at door] -Come in.

Uh, a little birdie told me you needed a friend today.

Actually, scratch that.

She'd hate that I called her a bird.

Shanice.

Yeah. May I?

Unless you're too busy saving lives

to see your devastatingly handsome ex-husband.

[laughs]

Devastatingly handsome-- that's what we're going with?

I'm just stating facts. I got the studies to back this up.

You're ridiculous.

But, yes, I could use the company.

Okay.

Until these results come in,

we are suspended in DNA limbo.

Yeah, I spoke to Martin and Kat.

I didn't advise them to get tested, it's not my place.

So what did you tell them?

That I'll be there for them.

Same goes for you.

We're not married anymore, but

I'll always care what happens to you.

I'd like to think this is the beginning

of a new phase for us.

As friends.

Is that your stomach I hear growling?

Um, I was talking to Shanice about quesadillas

and now I can't stop thinking about them.

Here, this will tide you over.

I got you, I got you.

Always.

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