It happened on the day the English subtitles disappeared from the TV.
From then on I slept in the crawl space.
Hans and my wife looked so alike that I kept hold of this distant-relative theory.
Then Hans moved from the guest room to my wife’s room, and they kept the door locked, and breakfast got really tense.
We didn’t share many pastimes, but we could hate a thing together. Which I used to think was the cornerstone to a successful marriage.
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Whatever the case, it’s good to see you back. And thank you!
