
It might be the scurvy talking, but Stephanie, you're missed greatly around here. There are only so many saturated fats and overly processed sugars a man can eat before he misses his wife with an unmatched intensity so fierce that even the fresh baked Albertsons nectar can no longer satiate him.
While I lay awake tonight, high on my HFCS, I will continue to count down the days until we are reunited.
20... 19... 18... 17... 16... 15... 14...
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