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"You snore." Claire sat up in bed with a huff, poking Owen in the shoulder until he squinted up at her.
Owen snorted, burrowing his face back in the pillow as he snaked his arm around her to pull her back down. "You talk in your sleep AND you hog the covers," he said and mumbled something about sheets and spreadsheets.
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"You leave clothes everywhere!" She threw a t-shirt at his head- the fifth that she had found in the living room that day.
He caught it and tossed it in the laundry bin he was carrying. "You fold your socks."
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"You never make more coffee." Claire glared into the empty pot in her hand.
Owen closed the door to the empty fridge with a sigh and grabbed the last apple out of the bowl on the counter. He kissed her cheek on his way out of the kitchen. "You forget to buy groceries."
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"You leave stubble in the sink!" She called over the running water, one hand holding her toothbrush and the other on her hip.
He yanked back the shower curtain and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist as he shivered. "You use all the hot water," he said through chattering teeth.
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"You're a mess." Claire smiled, wiping cake batter off of his cheek before reaching for the recipe and checking his ingredients.
Owen snatched the paper out of her hand and pressed her against his flour covered apron; she made a sound of protest but did not attempt to escape. "You're a control freak."
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"You drive like a maniac," Claire said, gripping the armrest for dear life as he cut off a mini-van.
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"You drive like a grandma," Owen said, impatiently drumming his hands on the dashboard as yet another car passed them.
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"You drive me crazy!" She screamed as she slammed their bedroom door closed with a resounding thud.
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"You drive me crazy," He breathed in her ear, her nails digging into his back as they fucked against the door.
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"You're always late," Owen grumbled as he parked and they ran into the building.
"I told you the meeting might go over," She snapped as she searched her purse for the invitation. "You never listen."
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"God forbid we go two days without your phone!" He shouted at her from the balcony.
Claire finished typing the email and tossed her phone on the desk before walking out to join him. She accepted the glass of wine he offered and pecked his lips. "God forbid we go two days without fighting."
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"You take things too seriously." Owen pointed at her over the newspaper as they ate breakfast.
She sniffed as she turned the page, taking a sip of coffee. "You don't take them seriously enough."
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"Can you live with that?" Owen asked, down on one knee in front of her. He opened the small, velvet box. "Forever?"
Claire slid the ring onto her finger, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I can."
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"Do you promise?" Claire asked, standing in front of him all in white- their family and friends watching.
"I do," Owen said, pulling her in for a kiss as they were pronounced husband and wife. "Forever."