When my wife dressed for work this morning, I suspected she might be meeting with a "special" client. Then, when she called me for a late lunch date, I was thrilled, thinking that maybe she'd dressed for me, instead.
But when I arrived at her office, she told me she'd already eaten lunch, but that she had a snack for me. Turns out, her "special" client had come to town after all.
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