Thats how the fight started

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, =2 0
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> grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I
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> hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into
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> a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back
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> into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather
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> would be bad all day.
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> I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back
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> into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a
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> different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is
> terrible."
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> My loving wife of 10 years replied, "Can you believe my stupid
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> husband is out fishing in that?"
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> And that's how the fight started ...