You’re a lucky man, Bradley.

Driving back from the store, and I moved my arm in such a way that my bracelet got caught in my necklace, leaving my hand stuck by my chest.

Brad, looking at me with raised eyebrows, trying not to laugh as I worked to break free: “And you get mad if I get dirt on the floor at home. (Mocking voice) ‘I can’t drive because my arm is stuck to my neck.’ All the stuff I put up with…”

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