Garden variety love
I love you honey, but right now I could kill you.
I love you son, but get that fucking cigarette out of your
mouth.
Love you. Bye. Bye.
You know I love you, but you have to get your underwear off
the floor.
Even though you’re a flaming asshole, I still love you.
Give me a peck on the cheek.
Of course I love you, but maybe I’ll feel like it tomorrow.
Come here Fifi.
Mommie loves you.
I love you sweetie pie, but your breath smells terrible.
I love you, but sometimes I wonder why I ever married you.
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