I’ll fix you a sweet drink, my rare orchid, and you can tell me how the blossoms on our new tree have turned to apples. We’re not tearing through the house today, but we’re steady in our best light. Together, we’ll let the day settle, brushing aside sour news as it comes.
Remember that study claiming true
love only lasts six months to two years? We can smile at that. They certainly
missed the mark. Just look at us—tomorrow we step quietly into our fourth year.
—Mitchell Hegman
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