Gold Band cigarette dangling from his lips,
he said in his best Sean Connery voice,
“Weer shomething tight in all the rrright places
aund make shoe-err it doesn’t hawve many buttons.”
He winked and adjusted his bow tie as she replied,
“Cut the James Bond crap.
I’m your wife.
Oh, and put on some pants.”
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