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Heheh... my wife has such moments from time to time... like the time she asked me why there was a lawnmower in the bedroom. My half-asleep mind tries to grasp the question like trying to catch a stray bar of soap in the bathtub. "What?" I ask... which wakes her up enough to realize that she was dreaming. This is usually followed by a muttered "Nevermind," as she goes back to sleep.
Maybe I shouldn't tell these stories, she's a Cellarite now, and she may start whipping out stories about me.
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