"Mom, where do you think you will be when you retire?"
Deveraux asks me....
"I want to be where you will be."
"Bobo are you going to get married?" I ask one day.
"No".
"Why not, Bobo?"
"I already have someone." he said, "You."
oh Bobo.
Darn, I do wish I could keep them forever!
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