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I have the sense of humor of a twelve-year-old boy. My husband’s farts still crack me up after years, and my own will send me into fits of hysteria that just create more farts. The cycle is endless.
Four new notifications, and a new message. I click the small red 4, expecting the usual likes and comments. Oh. She accepted my friend request. My palms are suddenly wet, I can feel my heart pounding through my chest, for the millionth time in the past four days my cheeks have become uncomfortably hot. The […]