The Missus has been very considerate and caring of late and, since the Black Belt grading, quite romantic and tactile by her usual standards. This obviously aroused my suspicions so I decided it was time to confront her about it.
'You're being very sweet at the moment.'
'I know.'
'Are you dying?'
'No.'
Pause. Then she adds:
'You are...'
Who says romance is dead?
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