As my husband --drags-- me towards the exit of the airport, I send off prayers to each god asking them to either pick me or plaster my feet right there. Advik's phone starts screaming yet again, he looks at the name and then at me with a face that says --I'm starting to get pissed now. Well, I don't fucking care. I can take pissed husband, I have the keys to all his locks; but I won't let this man--this stupid husband of mine-- haul my ass to the exit.
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