She: So you’re flossing more?
He: Nng. Mmng.
She: On a statistical basis, how often would you say you’re flossing? More?
He: Ng.
She: I can tell. There’s a lot less bleeding this time.
He: Ng!!
She: A little tender there, eh? Yes, there’s a little incipient decay. I think they call that ‘pre-carious’ in English. Put some fluoride gel on it with the rubber pick.
He: Ng?
She: Any pharmacy has it.
He: Ng.
She: I lost 5 kilos. Did I tell you I lost 5 kilos? What is that in pounds, twelve?
He: Ngngng.
She: Only eleven?
He: Ng. Ngngng-ng.
She: You too? Well, but I’m only 5’2″.
He: Mmhm.
She: Go ahead and spit.
He: [Spit]
She: My husband was cheating on me, did I tell you that?
He: Weawwy?
She: Mm-hm. We did therapy. It turned out to be better for the relationship in the long run.
He: Ng?
She: I guess he had some self-image issues. The affair did give him more self assurance.
He: Mm. Ng.
She: And that apparently made him more attractive to me.
He: Ng.
She: It’s just, not only was she a friend. Of. Mine.
He: …!!!
She: I. Never. Expected. It.
He: Ng!
She: A. Friend. I mean, sure, in retrospect, there were a few times she was weird, you know? But. Who. Suspects. A. Friend.
He: Ng!!
She: I underestimated him, I guess. I. Just. Never. Thought. She’d. Be. Inter. Ested. In. Him! I was really shook up for a while. I lost 5 kilos over it!
He: NG!
She: She was even going to. Leave. Her. Partner! For! Him! I. Could have. Killed. Them. Okay, spit.