instinct … honesty … divorce

The couple was standing close, holding each other beside a lake. Sunset shimmered in vibrant colors. Tears were welling in Shannon’s eyes.

Then Pavlov’s bell rang. Mike’s hand had instinctively drew his Blackberry on the first vibration.

“You love that thing more than me,” Shannon sobbed.

“Well, it is more useful.”

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