" Zoe, I--Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back.
"What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest.
With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?"
She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?"
"How could you?" he demanded hoarsely as he shook his head in disgust.
"What the hell are you freaking out about?" she demanded, looking around again.
"That shirt!" he said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence. "What the hell were you thinking? "
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he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back."What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest.
With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?"
She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?"
"How could you?" he demanded hoarsely as he shook his head in disgust.
"What the hell are you freaking out about?" she demanded, looking around again.
"That shirt!" he said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence. "What the hell were you thinking?" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>