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"I love you, Maude Laurent. I've loved you since the moment you poured that cup of coffee all over me and berated me in French and I haven't stopped since. I could say that I love your smile, your laugh, and your sunny disposition. But the truth is I love you more when you frown, when you glare, when you're mad as hell like you are right now. Love is too feeble a word to express how I feel. I love and need you in my life and I'd rather you be angry with me everyday until the day I die than to not have you by my side." Maude"