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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