Nice try, Bub. They look like June and Ward Cleaver holding hands on the way to church. Sometimes when Bobert talks, I noticed a tear rolling silently down his wife's cheek. I assumed it was love, but when she got in the sidecar, I would have sworn she murmed, "Save me!" It took me a couple of days to realize she wasn't looking for religion.
(I feel kind of bad now...)
Being naturally shy, sometimes I do indulge in nervous nattering when I meet someone. Now I feel self-concious, on top of everything.
Don't ever talk to me again. NONE OF YOU!
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