Every day starts with coffee for me, and with the morning paper for him; then, it ends with me on the left side of the bed, him on the right, and deafening silence in between.

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When I was younger the police asked me, "Can you describe to us the robber?"

I probably should have helped catch the guy, but I had a lot more fun seeing the look on that sketch artist's face as he slowly drew himself.