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You try everything you can to escape

Posted by on May 6, 2005

I like Madonna. There, I said it.

You’ve got to make him express himself, she urges me. Madonna, when you’re right you’re right, and you’re right, I say. The Lad comes home from work. “Lad,” I say. “Express what you’ve got, baby. Ready or not.”

He stops in the hallway, looking rabbity. “Are you pregnant?” he says.

“That’s the other song,” I say. “I’m just here to cherish the strength.”

“Ok,” he says.

“Cherish is the word I use to remind me of our love,” I explain.

“It’s been kind of a long day…” he says.

“Baby, I perish the thought of leaving you. I never would,” I assure him.

“Thank goodness,” he says, and makes a rush for a Red House Painters CD before I even have a chance to start vogueing.

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