A lazy, half-asleep conversation last night in bed:
P/H: Wow, we’ve been together over eight years. Do you still love me?
LWI: Mm-hmm.
P/H: It hasn’t gotten old?
LWI: Nope. I’d need to replace my underwear after eight years, but not you.
P/H (pondering this comparison): What if I got holes?
LWI: Holes?
P/H: Like your old underwear.
LWI (pause for thought, then a cheerful conclusion): ...Patches!
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