In bed last night, I feel Doug shimmying out of his shorts.
"What's up?", I whisper in the dark.
"I'm not preparing for battle." his disembodied voice replies. "I'm just hot"
This morning at 6am.
"How come you never seem tired" I say.
Deadpans: "Oh, that's just because I sleep on the drive home."
Last night watching the news.
Headline "Boat runs over whale." I look at him, he at me.
I start "Now, if the whale...
"...ran over the boat," he continued, "Now that would be news."
PERFECT for me, no?
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