Her new face came out to greet her one morning as she walked out of her house, to go fetch the newspaper for her dog. She was greeted by Humphrey Bogueheart, in his plaid golf cap and green housecoat. "How are you this fine spring monrin', Mrs. Face?" "Well, thank-you Mr. Bougeheart. You're roses are looking down right outstanding!" You should see the way this old man tends to his roses, readers, his meticulous care was flawless by design. Impecable. A world class hero champion all-star but inside his head, it was the United States of Ramalangadingdong.
"HONEEEEEEE" She heard her mating call singing from inside their house. "Yes, what is it sweetie?" This is what she always wanted, she thought to herself, a loving husband. "Can you fix me up some of those yumm yumm yumms that you love to make me so much?" She didn't respond, she didn't have to. He knew just by the enduring look she gave to him, like a gift wrapped up under a tree one December morning, that he would have his pancakes and eat them too.
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