I just finished packing up some turkey croissant sandwiches. My husband asked me to leave the sandwiches in the plastic case since he doesn't like his bread squished.
How in the world does a man who hates to have his bread squished end up with a woman who as a little girl used to take off the crust and squish up her Wonder bread slice, roll it up into a ball and eat it? I have no idea but we've been married for 37 years.
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