The double-hundred-and-twelfth thing I love about us is when I yawn really big and you poke me right in the middle of it and then I get the hiccups, but then eventually the hiccups go away, because whoo, do I ever hate the hiccups.
... when I think of you.
If it didn't count for you, I'd have to copy it and use it today, because it definitely counts for me.
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