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My Sherry was married to a guy named Bob, who was well-meaning, but of below average intelligence. He was ignorant of this fact (as he was of so many others,) and liked to pontificate with a far-away look in his eye on subjects which were profoundly and maddeningly simple. They were older and had no children, despite always wanting them, though not enough to bother adopting I guess.
Sherry did not like me because I didn't give my children candy, and then she really stopped liking me when her husband Bob declared that he wanted to try going gluten-free, which was a shame because I had nothing to do with it. He and I had never spoken on the subject because I honestly figured him as too stupid to be able to figure it out. (He once expressed shock that "even the bread" at a particular restaurant contained gluten.) But she decided I must be behind his conversion, and very shortly after that they left for a different church.
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