Austin
was cleaning out his glove box and had all these love letters I’d
written to him strewn about. I seized on one, read it.
Austin: I kept all the love letters you wrote me.
Me: I haven’t written you a love letter for a while.
Austin: Well, now that we’re married, I’d throw it out.
Me, punch him.
Austin: I’m kidding. I’d put it in the recycle bin.
Austin: I kept all the love letters you wrote me.
Me: I haven’t written you a love letter for a while.
Austin: Well, now that we’re married, I’d throw it out.
Me, punch him.
Austin: I’m kidding. I’d put it in the recycle bin.
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