When Love Fades

Last night I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when I heard my wife’s voice from the kitchen

“What would you like for dinner my Love?… Chicken, beef or lamb?”

I said, “Thank you, I’ll have chicken.”

She replied “You’re having soup, arsehole. I was talking to the cat.”

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