IIIII AM DYING; Meredith --> Derek
Derek to Meredith: "I didn't make any roast..."
Derek to Meredith: "I am the man who's gonna make you my woman."
Derek: "I can't tell you how you look in that apron just yet."
AND THE REAL DEREK TO MEREDITH: Penis lengths aside-- it can't fit into a box, thank you very much I--just feel like--okay, I am not ancient. You are just YOUNG. I mean, I don't even know how we got off on the wrong foot, really. One minute we were talking about your hair, and the next minute you were shooting me death glares. If we had met the right way, maybe we'd have a hope in hell of being friends, but. I just... truly, I act the way I normally do around anybody else. I might antagonize you a little but, you're... well. Kind of cute Have a really great reaction most of the time. When you're not hating my guts or yelling obscenities at me.
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