We're sitting at a table with a glass of vino tinto in hand, tango music fills the room, it's dark, there's dancing on stage, the audience is quiet.
I lean forward, burp in Claire's direction and seductively whisper 'Onion' in her ear....
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Just like being married
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