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 if cursing would be funny. Bad things just don't matter enough for me to get worked up about them, when we're together.
But the good things can get pretty fucking awesome.
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