| ROB sits at his computer composing a love email to his WIFE. | ||
"mmm . . . mmm . . . so much fun . . . mmm . . . mmm . . . then . . . " |
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He presses SEND, then RACES DOWN THE SHORT HALLWAY to the room where SHE sits doing e-mail on her machine. He KISSES her before his e-mail arrives, winning the race. ROB stands on the shore of LAKE COMO, addressing YOU, the READER. |
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| I'm doing the short-distance relationship thing now. Lucky me.
Take heart, 'wordsman! Take heart, beverly! It's survivable! |
| SHE walks up with two CHILLED ITALIAN COCKTAILS and hands one to Rob. | ||