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«Well, you’re fucking throwing Luke in my face.»

«Excuse me? When do I do that? What does it even mean?»

«Your perfect marriage? Like those fucking assholes?»

«Get over here. Come over here.»

«What?»

«There’s not a perfect marriage. It’s the same guy every night. Even when you’re sick of each other. Even when he can never seem to figure out how to load the fucking dishwasher. Do you know why? Because he’s an infant. Who wants that? Not me. Blech. Perfect marriage. Insane.»

[The Handmaid’s Tale, s02e07]

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