"Hey, have you seen my phone. I'm still at the bar" I ask my wife. Its takes me a full ten minutes before I realize I sent her that text from the missing phone. "Oh, found it. Ha ha." I send to her. My dumb-ass should probably head home now. I put a $20 on the table and get up to leave. Im in the process of trying to remember how I got here so I can leave when it hits me. No wonder service sucked. I was in my kitchen. I shut my eyes mentally screaming at myself. "And that officer, is when I opened my eyes to see the library. I am sorry to scare all those people, but I'm also scared." I say to the kind gentleman. He leans in, pats my shoulder and says, "ok babe. It's time for bed." I blink in shock to find myself lying in bed with my wife. It occurs to me, as I cry myself to sleep, that this happens to me almost every night. Wait, every night I go to bed with my beloved. It must be her fault. I wipe up all of my drool, turn to her and kiss her hard. "Whats wrong?" She asks. "I don't know but I love you!" I practically yell at her. Living with damage is hard sometimes. Wait, i said that wrong. I meant dablage. Wait, no it was right the first time. I am so freaking confused.854Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUEoeFTGKn
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