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It's a weekend morn and we've been lazing in bed, reading. And for an hour, we've been going back and forth, saying we need to get up, it's time to get up, we're hungry, we're starving, we should really get up.
Finally, after an hour my very deep need for coffee gets the better of me and I roll out of bed and shamble towards the door.
I catch a glimpse of my good lady wife and there's a look of utter betrayal on her face.
"Traitor," she says in disbelief.
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