The last time Ex kissed me, I was
shocked. We were walking into church and he just stopped and kissed me. Ex was
never affectionate like that, and it made me so happy. Briefly. The moment was
ruined when he asked me if his breath was bad. I guess maybe I should just be glad that his breath wasn't bad, because that was the very last time my
husband kissed me - to find out if he had bad breath. Now that's love.
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Don't make me talk to myself, yo.