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Marge probably thought she'd really put me where I belonged, but the
laugh was on her, after all.
As I said, the old Marge was never like the new one. Marge Prime makes
Jeree and Sybil and Dorothy and Dawn and Jane and Ruby all look pretty
sad by comparison.
She cooks like a dream and she always brings me my pipe and slippers.
As they say, there's nothing a man likes more than to be appreciated.
A hundred per cent appreciated, with a factory guarantee to correct any
slippage, which would only be temporary, anyhow.
One of these days, we'll take that second honeymoon. But I think we'll
go to Hawaii.