“Say it, America. Please. Tell me you love me, that you want to be mine alone.”

“America, my dear, I hope you find something, in this cage worth fighting for.”

“You are all dear to me. it is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest.”

“What am I supposed to call you?””Your Royal Husbandness. It’s required by law, I’m afraid.”

“I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy season and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingertips on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.”