Setting: Her kitchen.
Several deep guffaws pepper the exchange.
Her: "Well, did you go yesterday and today? I mean, that's two days in a row so I think you're due for a break."
Me: "You know, I agree. I'm just going to write them a note. Will you write mine and I'll write yours?"
Her: "Of course. I mean, it's only healthy."
Me: "Weren't we supposed to be married by now?"
Her: "At least trophy wives."
Me: "Dammit. I just want someone to want me for my body, not my mind."
Her: "Dammit."
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Dammit.
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