I admire my wife so much. If she were born in the former Soviet Union, I can guarantee that she would be a first-class KGB.
I came home from get off work that day and successfully passed my wife's test. I don't smell of women's perfume, and I don't have the long hair of other women. My wife asked me to sit down with satisfaction. I just breathed a sigh of relief, but my wife stared at me intently: "I found that you are very dishonest..."
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