It's Because I Love You

"It's for your own good, son,"
I said,
finishing off the outside of his caramel apple.


When you fall asleep at midnight sharing a narrow couch with the person you've been married to for eleven years then wake up at 6.45 and realise you've had a pleasant night's sleep anyway (or because of), you know you're bunking with the right person. Also, we've been watching The African Queen and
I want to get a boat. 

We could sail and sail, Countess Becca. Let's keep an eye on Craigslist. The Amazon awaits. Or perhaps the Columbia first, for practice.

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