Two lines.
That's really two lines, I'm seeing there, tonight, as my husband and I celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the night we met by retracing our steps on February 12-13, 1999.
"Poor Succotash," I said. "There's a lot of history here. He's getting in really late in the game."
"Yeah, she is," he said.
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