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Friday, August 25, 2006
"Are you really gonna marry a xxx?" asked Shaun.That question came as a surprise, as it was (a) not connected to the current topic of conversation and (b) just a weird thing to ask.
I was more surprised when he asked me again, several hours later:
He: So you're really marrying a xxx?
Me: Yah. Why are you suddenly asking these questions?
He: I'm just concerned about your happiness.
The funny thing is, I had a similar discussion with Len about 2 weeks earlier at almost the same spot.
(I have not changed my mind.)
Anyway, all this talk is merely conjecture. Marriage isn't even on the distant horizon. Still prefer to be soyfully jingle instead of mappily harried.
See: spoonerism
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