The boots were a gift, perfunctory, damn nice boots but lacking in the romance department.
It was a milestone anniversary, and the celebration sank like a manhole cover in a stone skipping contest.
Then the temper flared, fireworks coming at you and not soaring above you.
The weatherman smiled when he talked about the thaw…
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