Entropy

It just has to be said: Carol snores like a narcoleptic walrus. Back when we were dating and I was more captivated with her form than her function, I managed to convince myself it was endearing, one of those little quirks that serves as the backdrop to a lifetime of mildly amusing stories told over tea. As it turns out, nothing kills youthful idealism like marriage, especially seven years of it.  The snoring has gotten…

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