Dear Hubbie,
Being married to you, I know that there will be times when we have unexplainable ESP with one another. Like those moments when you finish my sentence, I answer a question you never actually asked, or you somehow know what I am thinking for dinner before I even say anything. But in the event that this does not happen, the answer to the dinner question will more than likely be Chinese, Mexican, or chicken (just in case you were wondering). And the remote is where you last left it.
Love, Me
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