i don’t know, sal. i was making coffee for him and he just pulled on his shoes and said, yvette, i’ve met someone else. and i threw the coffee down the sink and said, how lovely, bob. i said, how lovely, bob. so that’s twenty-three years of my life down the sink with his coffee. it’s just, it’s…
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