You understand that privacy is a valuable thing. That when I tell you that we saw some more houses today, that we talked about it afterwards in Monica's apartment, and that we sat there drinking Prince of Peace Ginger-Honey Beverage , you understand that when I say that I wished that we were not sitting on her love seat but were rather sitting on the World's longest sofa, you understand that I might not be telling the whole truth. Do you understand?
You understand that the time that I told Tony that I had saved him a piece of milk-cake, that when he finally showed up 4 hours later and came in as I was eating the last piece of milk-cake, you understand that it wasn't my fault. You can't count on people. I had learned that lesson. Of course you understand. Sharing that lesson was more important than any piece of cake.
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