It reaches a point where not an hour goes by in which I don't glance up at Mariah, then fix my gaze and wonder to myself what in the world the future--even the near future--will bring. As we got into bed last night, I said to her, "It gets better every d ay, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it's fucked up that way, huh
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