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It's been a weird morning. I woke up to find Beth perched on the edge of the bed, tying her shoelaces. She patted my knee, told me to hurry or I'd be late. By the time I got to the kitchen, Lisa was cooking oatmeal. I hate that stuff; so, we ended up arguing about my cholesterol. I stormed out, and Tina followed me to the door for a kiss.
I don't know what you're doing, Sam-- except maybe bouncing around like a Ping-Pong ball-- but I sure hope you're the one waiting for me when I get home tonight.