Husband comes home for lunch now. We spoiled him this summer and would have his lunch ready for him. Now he has someone to spoil. He sends me pictures on his lunch break. He will send an email that says, "hurry home, she (not him) is lonely."
"She is a digger."
"Your flip flops are toast."
"She is a digger."
"Your flip flops are toast."
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