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So, picture this—me, Dolly, polishin’ dentures, when this gal struts in, all sass and lipstick, missin’ a front tooth. I says, “Honey, you look like you’ve been hidin’ somethin’ dark—like Tom Stall in that movie!” She laughs, all husky, and tells me she got it knocked out by some john who didn’t pay up. Made me madder’n a wet hen—folks oughta respect a workin’ gal! I fixed her up real nice, though, gave her a smile brighter’n my rhinestone boots. “You’re a good man, Dolly,” she says, winkin’. I cackle, “Naw, sugar, I’m just a gal with a drill!”

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Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, really going at it. I’m thinking, “Not again!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a silly misunderstanding. I can’t help but chuckle. Love is weird, man.

Kenneth E. Falkenberg