think i'm steel, tough as nails, never feel, never fail, but you're wrong, so damn wrong.
feel the weight of your hate, i still breathe, my heart aches, as you take, and you take. words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin, my walls crumble with in.
Well, I wouldn’t let her take care of Sophia unless Justin and I were actually out of the house for a while— I don’t want her to be like those kids that grow up without their parents.
You could take her with you.
Yeah, she cleans the house and that’s the extent of it.
So what’s she got to do with Sophia then?
What do you mean? I usually do.
You said something about a maid?!
The amount of times Sophia has thrown up on me is ridiculous; then again, I don’t trust the maids enough to take care of Sophia.
Look after her yourself.
You are a weirdo.
Takes one to know one, ginger spice.
Don’t say that like I’m a weirdo.
Ahhhhhh! I’m finally satisfied with my room!
Better rest up.
I need a servant.
I make one mad margarita, be warned, Andrews.
Well, what are we waiting for?