A few nights ago, J and I were lying in bed with our laptops: he was looking up car parts, I was drooling over hammered gold jewelry. We're so typical.
Out of nowhere, he asks if I know "It's a Love Thing" by Keith Urban. I say no, so he plays it.
Mid-way through, I asked him if he liked it.
He said it reminded him of us.
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