Saphira Joy Moore

But we don’t have white chocolate. It’ll just be milk chocolate instead. But it’s fine, I’ll make it work.

I can go to the store real quick to get some white chocolate.

Then just come sit down with me. I’ll make brownies later.

Ou, okay. I haven't had brownies in like a month.

Were you talking to me?

"Everythin’s fine, love. You don’t have to worry about me."

"If you say so. But if you ever need to talk, I'm always here with liquor."

"What do you mean, darlin’?"

"You sound like you're in a bad mood or somethin'. Everythin' okay?"

"Darlin’, I wouldn’t let you close enough to me. Be a nice person to me and go home, you’re breathin’ in all my clean air."

"No, I'm done bein' nice. So why're you bein' a dick today?"

"You’re sick? Get the fuck away from me."

"Bitch, don't make me cough all over you so you can get sick, too. And yes, I have a cold, sadly. My fuckin' little cousins gave me their virus. This is what I get for trynna to be a nice person."   

"We’re not open until the sign on the door says so."

"That is not the way to treat a sick person, Frankie."

"I know a little bit, but I hate to get my hands dirty. Plus, I just got my nails done. I'm friends with the people that can help you  with your car though."