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“Still doesn’t make it right,” she grumbles.

“My shop, my rules,” Manny professes. “Now, what were you thinking of doing?”

Thirty minutes later, we’re walking back to my truck with Manny having promised to send her some mock pictures of what he designed once he’s done adding all of the final touches. After helping her in, I round the front of my truck, and jump in then grin at her.

“Ready to start our honeymoon?”

“Hell yes!” she exclaims, leaning over to kiss me.

Sundays for most round out their weeks and end them. For me, Sunday is the beginning.

The End

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