The one hundred and third thing I love about us is tidying up after you. Not that I'm saying you're some kind of catastrophic slob ... but you do slip now and again or forget something now and again, in the most adorable way. And the act of putting away the popcorn bowl or pushing the dresser-drawer that last inch closed makes me feel that I'm responsible for just a very small part of your perfection.
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The two hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is, when I'm around you, I only want to curse if things are curse-ably good, or...
Well I couldn't be perfectly happy without you, so you're definitely a big part of it if I'm perfect!
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