Far away...it was a blip on the horizon. Relieved, I turned to my wife, Sara, and said, Hey are you going to eat that? She replied, Of course I'm going to eat it. Go get yourself something from the fridge, only don't eat the marshmallow fluff or I'll kill you, dead.
Reason for writing:
A boating trip to paris reminded me of an instance that my wife and I had on our honeymoon.
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