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that night we sat together on our bed, shoes off, completely worn out in the best possible way.
He looked at me with that serious expression he gets when something matters to him.
“Still glad you married me?” he asked.
I laughed. “Ask me tomorrow,” I said. “And the day after that. And every day after that.”
He kissed my forehead. “Deal,” he said.
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