My wife and I had a huge fight and she told me to get the hell out. To spite her I went upstairs and packed my suitcases. Coming down the staircase, I see she's waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. 'I hope you die a slow and painful death, you bastard,' she hissed. I reply,' So, now you're asking me to stay?'
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