The other night, I was coerced into going to the store to buy the wife some kettle corn, she was obsessing over it. It was an overriding need. It was like she had become someone who no longer lusted for air, for kettle-style popping corn was the new thing to breathe. She begged and pleaded and made her cute pouty face (those of you who know my wife
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