I'm sorry that I pay so much for my cell phone and it still can't read my mind, but I suppose that's just life, right?
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I'm sorry that I came home early, found you naked and slobbery, engaged in what could only be described as dog sex---sex in the style of a dog, as per the style of our dog, how it humps things from behind things, without eye contact---standing there, behind that woman, in my bed, performing dog-style sex with a strange woman I don't even know, both of you facing me as I walked into my own room with our dog---who, like me, was probably horrified by the dog-style sex you were performing---with the blinds open, and our neighbour probably even watching, and with dishes piled up in the sink that you said you'd take care of, including the carving knife I happened to bring upstairs, thinking the pounding might be an intruder, only to find her on all fours looking stupidly at our dog, looking stupidly up at me and the knife, her face wincing with regret and maybe shame and a little bit of fear, while you hump your last few humps with crossed, overly-protrudent eyeballs, upright behind her like a big stupid dog, but....