“Okay, so we’ve got a list of, like, five things to get at the grocery store, so we can just get them and get out,” I say as I lock the door on our way out. Katie gives me the most pitying look, as if to say, I love this man, but I clearly have married a mental deficient.
“I like all the choices,” she says by way of explanation at the bottom of the stairs. “Marry your opposite!” she adds.
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