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I gotta say, I’m so happy I’m not a guy. And I mean that as no offense to men; I genuinely love most of y’all (OK, let’s be real; I moderately like some of you guys). But you fellas really got the short end of the stick. I make my husband sleep closest toward the door so that he can fend off an imaginary intruder. I don’t know why, he would have to take off his CPAP, put on underwear, burp, pop a couple of Tums, trip over his shoes that he leaves strewn about the room and need to loudly blow his nose before he’d be in any condition to get into a physical altercation to save me, and that is only if I can even wake him up, he sleeps like the dead, but still, I want him to be my knight in shining sleep-apnea-mask.
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