Bob to me:
"This is, quite possibly, the perfect day." He then listed out everything we did. Winter farmer's market. Watched snow (yes, really) fall outside. Drove around. Bought tea. He cooked. I worked on an album.
Me: "And sat on the couch next to me, right?"
Bob: "Of course. I get lonely when you're not here."
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