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love me or hate me, both are in my favor.

portia. sweater, please.

what happened to ‘ what's mine is yours ’ ??

right. take it off ﹠. put it in my bag, please. that's mine. i'd like to wear it while we're shooting.

that doesn't even sound like something i'd do. listen, just⎯ when you find it, put it in my suitcase.

why would i do that.

that doesn't even sound right. i want it.

﹙ ⁉️ ﹚ why would it be there ??

it's definitely mine. where is it ?

the grey one. ﹙ the one you *insist is yours but is surely mine .. ﹚

you're crazy. anyway, have you seen my sweater ? i'd like to pack it.

i literally just begged for your forgiveness in a fight. why would i break up with you.

leo, fame is coming, but so is a public breakup. get a good lawyer.

mm, save that for later. ﹙ chin rests comfortably atop head of auburn tresses as arms wrap 'round the shorter woman. ﹚ cute ? that's all you, i think.

i can't. you look like an angry cat, it's adorable. ﹙ palms brace against the tops of portia's arms, thumbs tracing against skin. celia drops the softest kiss against her hairline. ﹚ thank you, baby.

oh, like you weren't wide awake when i called. ﹙ her eyes roll ﹠. her smile does nothing but grow. she shifts into something more serious, eyes dropping to meet the green ones she so adores. ﹚ but you will, at least, give her a ...

﹙ worry creases the space between brows. it's then when her tone softens, daring to let the tiniest smile tug at her lips. ﹚ i wasn't trying to force your acceptance. i hope you know that.

my daughter thinks 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 is beneath her, portia, it isn't a grudge held solely against your family ! ﹙ lessons in confidence ﹠. self esteem took a sharp turn at some point. it's easy to become bitter, ﹠. it's easier to ...

i'll admit that complaining at first was wrong of me, i'm woman enough to do that. i'm sorry. ﹙ words are firm but not lacking in sincerity. featheringtons ﹠. their spouses are surprisingly good company, though celia will never say ...