Maybe Around the Eyes.

Yes, hi.

No.

I’m already better.

Yes.

No.

Maybe around the eyes, though.

Caleb, are you hinting that I need surgery on my face?

You were just asking?

🤬🤬🤬🤬

I have no words.

I simply have no words.

The second I cool down, you do something like this again,

and my hair stands on end.

I don’t even want to listen.

Maybe my body isn’t good enough for you either?

I hate the gym.

It is horribly boring.

And I don’t care what you have to say about it.

My body is what it is.

If something about it doesn’t suit you,

then get away from me, you jerk.

Really?

Then what on earth did you mean?

Go away.

Then go date models.

I love buns.

And I adore juice.

If I gain weight, I will still love myself.

And I don’t care about a flat stomach.

I will be soft and delicious,

with a little belly.

Yes, go away.

You are the last person who will see it now.

And what, are you holy?

Go away.

Discipline and all that carved-body stuff is the boys’ territory,

you absolute jerk.

I am a girl.

And my role is to enjoy life and pleasure,

not sit on diets until I am exhausted.

Yes, go away and think first.

Then speak.

Keep that opinion to yourself, Caleb.

Because of you, I am upset now.

And I have to go get my eyebrows done.

You jerk.

What an absolute jerk you are.

To say something like that to me.

Go get plastic surgery yourself.

Yes, go away.

And keep your opinion to yourself.

Mhm.

Well, maybe after this you will start using your brain.

It is this thing inside your head.