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Now, I take the test alone, and every time I close my eyes, as if I'm closing them against bright sunlight, and pray for a baby. The test is waiting for me. Well, I won't take it today. I'll wait and if my period doesn't show virgin up by tomorrow afternoon, I'll take it virgin then. Instead, I do a load of laundry. Humphrey's shirts are almost all dirty, and he virgin hates waking up and finding that he doesn't have anything to wear to work. He's a salesman, and he has to look well groomed, that's part of the job. He's very careful of his appearance. He was the first man I'd ever met who actually had manicures done at the mall. Even when his clothes are dirty, they just don't stink. They smell warm and woodsy, of cologne and soap. I have to be careful with his gold-toed socks. We've had knock-down drawn-out fights over those socks. I used to roll them up and that stretched them out. They aren't cheap, those socks. That's one of the difficult parts of our relationship. Humphrey is very picky, and, frankly, much too critical sometimes.
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