Sister: “I want to have [name of boy we know]-babies.”
Me: “He’s not into that.”
Sister: “Well then, I’ll just wait until he dies in a freak hypothermia accident, and…”
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Sister (commenting on my discontent): “You’re going stir-crazy. It’s what happens to Sims on Sims 3 if you don’t let them out of the house enough.”
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Sister (commenting on verbatim item #1): “That sounds creepy! What I meant was: I want him to die so he can incarnate into my babies. Now it just sounds like necrophilia.”
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