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Sometimes I feel sorry for my husband. Not for normal life things, like being stressed at work or when he stubs his toe on the coffee table, but sometimes I feel sorry for him because he’s married to me. I wonder if he thinks back to that poor guy back in 2008 who invited me to drink Natural Light with him at a bonfire and wants to tell him “Don’t do it, man.”
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