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Callum’s furious voice fills the car. “I bet you think you’re extremely funny.” I say innocently, “Whatever can you mean?” “This will cost you, wife.” “Honestly, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No? So you don’t remember what the ‘special’ ingredient is in the sandwich you made for me?” “Let me think. Was it baloney?” Into his thundering silence, I start to laugh. “Oh, wait! Now I remember. After I spent the entire night shackled to your bed, I stopped at my friend Dani’s before coming over to your office. She has the sweetest little girl. Mia’s her name. She’s two. Just starting potty training as a matter of fact, but, conveniently, she’s still in diapers.” He snaps, “You made me a baby s**t sandwich!” “With love, darling. With oodles of love.” I sigh in satisfaction.
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