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My wife made a very nice salad for me today at lunchtime.
[It’s best that she did, too. Had she not, I might have had to sneak down to the basement where I have several sandwich-makers sequestered in hidden cells living in comfortable quarters. Cough, cough.]
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, can’t we just talk about this first, SweetiePie?
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I’m still your Lump of Brown Sugar, right, my ButterCup Pecan Cobbler?
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I knew I could win you over, Honey Dumplin’.