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I must admit that when I met Mister all I was interested in was chewing the buttons off his oxford cloth shirt. His only concern was to make sure he wasn't committing a felony.
Over the years we've developed shared interests, some originally mine, some his, but reading is not one of them. It used to bother him a tiny bit, as he thought spending time together required more conversation, while I was happy to snuggle up to him, immersed in whatever I was reading.
It works for us.
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