i stole a shirt from you. i hate it. i mean, i bought the shirt for you. i thought it was a good looking shirt when i bought it. but i’m woman enough to admit when i’m wrong. the trouble is, you must’ve fallen in love with it because you would wear it a couple times a week and that was just wrong.
and so, instead of risking the damage i might do to your self esteem by talking to you about something that doesn’t look good on you, i stole it. and it’s currently sitting on the floor of my closet.
thanks for not noticing it’s missing.