Wednesday, May 10, 2023

I Don't Know Why 114 Looks Like a Number That Ought to Mean Something to Me, Because I Can't Figure Out What That Might Be.

The eleventy-fourth thing I love about us is when we both start to say something at the same time and then we both say, "You go first!" And then we both say, "Okay --" and then we both say, "Seriously, you go first," and then you just wait until I say, "I don't remember what I was going to say now."

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