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&lt;p&gt;We were sitting up in bed, my darling wife and I, quietly reading, when she&lt;br /&gt;
suddenly lowered her book into her lap. &amp;quot;If I live to be a hundred--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
she began. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And you might,&amp;quot; I put in. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;--I will never understand the male mind. Never.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;With a tiny, and I hoped inaudible sigh, I marked my own book and laid it&lt;br /&gt;
aside. I had a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn&#039;t be picking it up again&lt;br /&gt;
anytime real soon; this sounded like the beginning of one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
conversations. I turned over onto my side, facing her. &amp;quot;Meaning&lt;br /&gt;
what?&amp;quot; I asked resignedly. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:41:54 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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