I was lying on my drool-crusted face, sprawled-out across my bed like a mother-zombie, when Charles bade me a charming farewell . . .
He ever so lovingly said, "Chins up, Mari. Chins up. "
My eyes shot open and I said, "WHAT?"
He chuckled and clarified, "I meant for both of us!"
Good thing he clarified.
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