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“Honey,” he calls from rummaging through a drawer, “have you seen my mustard polo shirt?”

“No,” she calls back.

“Are you sure?” he says. “I can’t find it.”

“Nope,” she says, “haven’t seen it.”

“That’s so odd,” he says and checks the drawer again. “I thought I saw it in here the other day.”

“Yes,” she says, “that’s strange. And just for the record, the color wasn’t mustard, but baby diarrhea, and it was too wide over the shoulders and too tight around the stomach. So it might have lost the will to stay and wandered off, I dunno….”

Music pairing: Truth Hurts by Lizzo


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