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Brad: I love you. Especially your eyes. When you die I’ll keep them, and put them in a jar by the bed and sometimes I’ll shake them up and make you look cross-eyed. It will be so funny! And if we have kids I’ll tell them “You have your mother’s eyes!” And I’ll give them the jar and they’ll be very happy and not freaked out at all!

Gen: …

Because, what can you possibly say to that?