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Apology To the Missus At Nighttime

Apology to the missus at nighttime... first day of January two thousand and twenty three. While the wife then in the process of leaving a telephone message for our eldest daughter, (on vacation, thus unreachable) her cajoling tone of voice beckoned, intimated, and _underscored curiosity to discover how romance blossomed between first born and soulmate of offspring while both progeny and Puerto Rican young man both freshmen in the same dormitory at University of Pennsylvania. I unthinkingly blurted out thy spouse acting nosy triggering cascading denial of marital transgressions (quite brutish and nasty of me) scoring invisible black barbs upon tender flesh seriously contemplating divorce to implement bartered bride blithely cavorting with bonnie lass abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity... adopting following motto de jure gather ye rosebuds while ye may. How innocuous for spouse clamoring to get low down how biological daughter came upon midnight clear acquainting, befriending, cohabiting... eventual future linkedin lucky man at least once upon a poem ago aforementioned perfect match (like two peas in a pod). Seconds after the rather sarcastic word (nosy) uttered yours truly wished he never blurted underhanded stinging rebuke. Whether twas love toward the spouse who approximately twenty seven years prior yours truly pledged troth and vowed to uphold sanctified covenant, when me late father in law escorted his "baby" down the wedding aisle. Nevertheless I blurted out acid tinged comment (as iterated above) generated an after effect recounting me being unfaithful husband suddenly nauseous surge induced gag reflex synonymously tasting like bile no amount of washing mouth out with dial could affect comparable retraction wanting to turn back hands of time best recourse would necessitate severing ties with humanity and accepting nothing short of exile (for questing, trespassing, violating... acquiescence toward verboten fruit) walking barefoot over hot coals every last desolate mile despite exhibiting weariness qua swiftly tailored harried style years later still experiencing gruelling emotional trial.

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