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Text Messages Between the Long Betrothed Who Are In the Same Domicile, On Different Floors — Little Old Lady Comedy
Wife: My beloved, when next you descend the staircase can you bring with you my shawl? I have caught a bit of chill.
Husband: Certainly my love. I am just watching the final minutes of the hockey game.
Wife: Have they a chance at the Cup Stanley this season?
Husband: Alas, that is unlikely, but this game is quite the volley. I’ll alight the stairs posthaste.
(7 minutes pass)
Wife: My dearest, I grow colder. What is the status of the game?
Husband: It went over its scheduled time. I will be just a few minutes more. What occupies you so on that floor of our domicile?
Wife: I am deep in the pages of my novel. I can not pull myself away from the character blooming in my mind, lest I lose momentum.
Husband: Of course. The competition is a power play at the moment, but I shall return to you my love, shawl in hand, shortly.
(4 minutes pass)
Husband: What shawl is it you desire?
Wife: The indigo one carried here by my ancestors to bring comfort upon these cold, cruel shores.
