I’d get a house with her somewhere in a secluded spot in Nebraska. We’d sip hot cocoa near the fireplace on snowy nights and wear thick ass sweaters. Take our mixed kids to the apple orchard and family trips
I would tell everybody the box is loctite. Whether it is true or not, it would be my best excuse for why I never pull out and keep signing 18 year contracts.
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