He better be marvelously, insanely, stupidly happy. To throw what we had away, to walk on and discount our Saturday morning ritual...the trip to the farmers market and then home to make fried egg and tomato sandwiches, with the baseball game playing in the background on the radio... F. him. It better be freakin amazing.
'Course there's another way to frame this, isn't there?
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F. him. I better be freakin amazing. I better be marvelously, insanely, stupidly happy. That'll show him.
