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“They’re all ugly.”
“Shussh.”
“Shussh?”
“The auctioneer might hear you.”
“So what? Not like it’s a news flash.”
She slapped his arm. “I want that one.”
“The big-ass ugly yellow one?”
She hit him again. “And the red one.”
“Really.”
“And the two blue ones… and oh…. that cute little multi-blue one right there.”
“Really?”
The lot was taken to the front.
“Buy them all.”
“Really?”
She glared.
He raised his hand. “Ten….ah…” Glanced over. “Twe…..ah….. thirty!”
Taking his free hand, she smiled.
A Writer's Life 
It’s obvious who calls the shots between the two of them! Good story.
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Only here, Magarisa! She goes loyally with him to the ball game every week, even though she hates it!
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Ah … a good balance!
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Yes, indeed. Thanks.
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You’ve written a warm, humorous story and made me smile with pleasure!
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Thank you so much!
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