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Wife keeps asking me if I love her more than pie.
Foolish woman? How can she even think she compares to warm, luscious, filling pie? Pie is proof of the existence of the divine architect. Pie doesn't care if I keep it in the fridge. Pie likes to be eaten with a fork and ice cream. Pie doesn't leave hair in the tub. What makes wife think she can compete?
Truth be told, I do love her more than pie, but I can't let her know that. If I do, she might decide that she doesn't have to keep baking pies just to keep me around. We wouldn't want that to happen. Wife will just have to retain her small insecurities in order to spare the world a devastating dearth of pie.
I'm going to go sit down with a nice tumbler of pie juice now.
Wife keeps asking me if I love her more than pie.
Foolish woman? How can she even think she compares to warm, luscious, filling pie? Pie is proof of the existence of the divine architect. Pie doesn't care if I keep it in the fridge. Pie likes to be eaten with a fork and ice cream. Pie doesn't leave hair in the tub. What makes wife think she can compete?
Truth be told, I do love her more than pie, but I can't let her know that. If I do, she might decide that she doesn't have to keep baking pies just to keep me around. We wouldn't want that to happen. Wife will just have to retain her small insecurities in order to spare the world a devastating dearth of pie.
I'm going to go sit down with a nice tumbler of pie juice now.
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