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I know you said sorry, but I can’t stop thinking about what you said last night. It really got to me, that joke about my size. It's just bothering me. I know I'm being annoying for bringing it up again. But... like, why would you say that at all? I'm so sorry, baby. I really didn't mean to hurt you. You know how much I love being with you, it's not about size at all. It's the way you make me feel that matters, and you always do. You "joked" that your ex was bigger than me. Please, just tell me. How big was he? Are you really going to make me do this? Fine. He was about eight inches, okay? Are you happy now? If it's that important to you, we can go get a ruler and measure yours too so you can stop obsessing over it. What? No, I don't want to get measured like some kind of science project. I just... wanted to know the truth. Eight inches, huh? So you do think I'm small. Come on, it’ll be fun! I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just think it’s kind of hot. Let me see how you compare. It doesn’t matter to me either way, I promise. ... Oh, wow... you’re not even three inches soft? No wonder you got so sensitive about it. Maybe next time I make a joke, you’ll just have to take it like a big boy, even if you aren’t one.