[Packing is so fucking boring, she's not going to know where any of her crap is despite meticulous labeling because she'll spend the unpacking process screaming at cardboard boxes. When they're finally done her apartment looks like a barren wasteland. There's no residual fluff, it doesn't even feel bittersweet it's just ... It is what it is. She doesn't answer him right away, just stares at the now empty living room, her utterly barren kitchen.
She's going to get married. And live with her fiance.]
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She's going to get married. And live with her fiance.]
Y-Yeah.
[What was she agreeing to, again?] Yes! Sorry.
[Just ignore the tears, Boxer.]