The Case of the Missing Pillow

“Where the hell is my god-damn pillow?” The husband questioned. “How should I know, it's your pillow.” The wife answered. “Exactly.” “What?” “Precisely.” “You know I hate it when you do that.” The wife sneered. “It's my pillow, so why would someone move it from where I left it this morning?” “I don't know. I …

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