John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.
“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.
“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.
“UH oh”, you smile in response.
“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.
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