Honey

"Good for you, honey."

She smiled;

no one called her honey.

"Yes,

and I'll be here for a while."

She lifted his hands

and kissed them.

"I love you."

"Yes, of course."

"Yes."

He shrugged.

"Yes," She smiled,

"everything else can wait."

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