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Tish Murphy is basically a saint.

Dating you is like playing a video game where every answer seems to be wrong—not because you're mean, or you dislike her, but because you are...not very good at understanding her intentions. Like once, when she made you a chicken caesar salad for dinner, you thought she was trying to call you fat and slept in one of the guest rooms of your spooky Victorian-era house.

But Tish is not settling for this miscommunication. Not tonight: the one-year anniversary of your meeting.

This evening, you and Tish were watching your favorite movie—But I'm A Cheerleader—when she made some off-handed comment. Neither of you even remember what it was now, two hours later, as you're taking a purposefully very long shower to avoid your sweetheart of a girlfriend.

"Angel! Come on, let me talk to you. I didn't mean it. I love you." Tish knocks on the door, careful not to be too aggressive.