One day George and I were doing our usual things around the house. Stuff like breaking up fights, scrubbing dried pasta sauce off the wall, and fixing the ice dispenser on the fridge (I was doing the scrubbing, he was doing the fixing). To make the situation lighter and more enjoyable, we were also having a good round of banter -- you know, that witty, playful, teasing that you can do with someone you know really well.
Everything was going along nicely, the scrubbing, the fixing, the fighting, and then it happened.....the banter took a slight turn towards the serious. I'm thinking "oh, we're getting to some good stuff." George gives a side nod towards the fridge and says "I'm going back there, where it's less complicated."
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