Pork chop perfume.

It was 5:15 AM at the Shipley-Green household when Cristi put her arms around me.

“Your hair smells great,” I said.

“Yours does, too…like barbecued pork chops,” she replied.

I know they say there’s no such thing as soul mates, but I’d like to think our union gets pretty darn close.

 

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