
Chloe, tell me honest, tell me true, who's dreamier - Robert Smith or Morrissey?

Okay, Nathan. I've been humoring this woman for the last several hours, but all this New Wave, Post-Punk nonsense that she's been playing has grown a bit, well, old...and I swear to God, if she plays that scary Dresden Dolls song one more time I just know I'm going to lose it. So, if you can't rein her in, can I at least hide behind you until we get home? A pup can only take so much melancholy...
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