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I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
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“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
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