BEDTIME

The thought kept haunting him.  How

COULD he really marry her?  All night

she made hand shadows on the wall. It

drove him crazy.  And she expected...

commentary, so he had to wear his glasses

to bed.  His mind wandered.  Where HAD

he left his shoes?  She yanked his earlobe.

"Yes, dear, it WAS a lovely bunnyrabbit."

"Wait 'til you see my eagle," she chortled.

He sighed.  How COULD he marry her?

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