Honey, how many times have I told you I was sorry, a lot of times, right? But you know what I'm most sorry about, that I keep repeating it,
And for that I'm so, so, sorry. Henceforth no more apologies, I make it up to you there and there,
So what's it going to be? Jewelry, shopping, holiday, or some time off…from each other
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