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  • John was reading in bed, which annoyed me slightly since it was fairly late, I was tired yet not falling asleep, and I had to get up early. I rolled over to hug him and plopped my head between him and his book. He grumbled that I was in the way, and I answered back that I didn’t want to move because holding him was relaxing.

    Except that my words came out all twisty and instead I said that he was a laxative, which sent me into a giggle fit and made him shake his head at his insane would-be husband.
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