My Wife Returned from a Weekend Retreat with a Birthmark She Insisted She’d Never Had

and walked into the kitchen.

Then she opened a cabinet.

She stared at the plates for a moment.

“Where do we keep the coffee mugs?”

I laughed because I assumed she was joking.

She looked at me.

“The mugs?”

“You picked that cabinet.”

I pointed to the one beside the refrigerator.

“Right,” she said. “Long weekend.”

It was a small thing.

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