SCENARIO:  «I feel yucky on the couch.  Adam is rifling through the pantry.»

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Me: "I think I'm dying. My tummy hurts."

Adam: "I'm sorry you feel bad."

:::slouch on the couch:::

Me: "I'll probably die tonight.  Right here.  In my Mickey Mouse slippers."

Adam: "Well. It's been a good run. Anyway, I'm gonna eat the rest of your chocolate covered gummy bears, okay?"

 

(He's clearly very upset. I eat chocolate in hard times, too.)

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