It was always wrong. When you called me sweetheart. (With the cutest Irish intonation.) It always made my stomach turn. When you referred to me as babe. (Again, with the intonation.) I could never figure out why. Always thought it might have something to do with him. (Although he never called me something as cliché as sweetheart.) I think I was wrong. I think it always had everything to do with you and only you.
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