“Fuck!” I blurted, a little too loudly, prompting Amy to remind me, in a firm yet sympathetic whisper, that profanity outside of New York City is actually profane. She was right to shush me, of course, but I didn’t relish the thought of suppressing half of my vocabulary while my skull was splitting in two. My often foul-mouthed wife,
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