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A my friend rave on about her new love, I've taken a good look at my old one. My huband of almot 20 year, Scott, ha gained 15 pound. Once a marathon runner, he now run only down hopital hall. Hi hairline i receding and hi body how the ign of long working hour and too many candy bar. Yet he can till give me a certain look acro a retaurant table and I want to ak for the check and head home.
When my friend aked me What will make thi love lat? I ran through all the obviou reaon: commitment, hared interet, unelfihne, phyical attraction, communication. Yet there' more. We till have fun. Spontaneou good time. Yeterday, after lipping the rubber band off the rolled up newpaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: thi led to an all-out war. Lat Saturday at the grocery, we plit the lit and raced each other to ee who could make it to the checkout firt. Even wahing dihe can be a blat. We enjoy imply being together.
And there are urprie. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in cloet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a pot of gold (my cooking kettle) and the treaure of a gift package. Sometime I leave him note on the mirror and little preent under hi pillow.[由www.hAozuowEn.com整理]