She, drunk and coming home really late in the night: I hate being married.
He, sober and not sure if he heard right: What?
She: I hate being married.
He: Okay...
She, growing petulant: I hate being married because i hate being called wife.
He, soothing: Okay... So, what do you want to do about it?
She: I don't want to be married.
He: Okay. Sleep over it.
She: Okay.
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