Him: “My dearest, as I expire dramatically in this wheat field, while the city where we met burns to mere ashes in the background, know that I have always loved you, and the image of your beautiful face will be with me always, Maria.”
Her: “That was so sweet of you to say. But I’m not Maria. I just wanted to know if you had change for a five…”
Categories: Past Imperfect
I am sending this to my husband.
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In a loving manner, of course… 😉