He pulled out a wrinkled, yellowed, and aged paper that had symbols on
it, that looked like Chinese. “Honey, where did you find this?” She
asked graciously. “Oh I just did some digging around . . . besides I
ran into Mrs. Jenkins and she gave me a copy after I told her that I
wanted to give you something really special for our anniversary.” “She
declared that you loved that song.” “I did.” “Well I’m glad.” And he
kissed her.
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