Today Anne was looking over the bank statement and realized that I spent a few dollars at Rite Aid on the same day that I bought the dreaded black licorice.
Anne: You went to Rite Aid?
Me: Yeah... that's where I got the black licorice.
Anne: YOU ACTUALLY PAID FOR THAT CRAP?!?!
Me: Yeah...
Anne: I poop everyday! You could have just asked for it!
All right, Anne. I get it. You don't like black licorice.
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