[A snort, a very unladylike one, comes from Angela as she watches him turns around just like an actual dog would do before finding his sweet spot on the couch. The television's on, and a DVD Angela doesn't recognize is playing--there's nothing much more she needs to do but take off her shoes and join him.]
Come here. [Angela lies back and waves her hand for him to lay on top of her.] You know you want to.
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Come here. [Angela lies back and waves her hand for him to lay on top of her.] You know you want to.