“Where to?”
“I’d like you to come to the beer store with me,” I’d say.
“Why would I want to do that?”
“So you could help me carry home my beer,” I’d say.
“No chance,” she’d say.
No chance, no matter how long we live.
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On the other hand, no matter the weather, several mornings per week you’ll see me walking hand in hand to the local coffee shop with my Sweetie Pie.
Keep the home fires burning!
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