I thought I'd make a great wife.
But, I can't cook.
I don't have the patience for it.
My pancakes this morning were burnt.
Now, what happens if
I can't make a good husband, either?
I don't know how to balance a checkbook and
I can't be bothered to top all the time.
I guess I'll be forever alone.
I guess I'll be forever alone.
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