Our last New Year’s together, she had an idea: “Let’s both write down our wishes—then at midnight, throw them into the fire so they’ll all come true.”
“That’s pretty dumb,” I said. “Who wants to see their dreams go up in smoke?”
“But it’s the smoke that’ll spread our hope around the world.”
“No, babe, it makes way more sense just to write down our problems, then watch them all vanish.”
“Fine,” she said, “we’ll do it your way;” grabbed my pen, wrote one small single word, and threw it into the flames.
“There you go, Roy. Problem solved.”
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