I tense every time I hear it. The slightly nasal, borderline tone of whinge, the drawn-out rising inflection at the end. Nothing else so quickly sets my nerves on edge and puts me in a combative mood.
It has never prefaced a polite request or anything pleasant.
- I can't...
- I want you to...
- I don't want to...
- Why can't I....
- When can we...
It came again as I headed upstairs for a shower, the umpteenth time already this morning.
I braced myself and tried - not completely successfully - to keep the impatience and upcoming denial-of-request out of my voice.
- Yes Téo?
- I love you!
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