Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

O ne month later…

MY WIFE: If you could eat only one type of dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?

HUSBAND: Easy. Any I could lick off your body.

MY WIFE: Long distance dessert. Got it.

HUSBAND: Fine. Brownies.

MY WIFE: Just brownies

HUSBAND: Lots of brownies. You?

MY WIFE: Easy. Tiramisu

HUSBAND: With brownies.

MY WIFE: Of course…

HUSBAND: And off your body.

MY WIFE: GO TO BED.

HUSBAND: Sweet dreams, Wife.

MY WIFE: Sweet dreams, Husband.

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