We had gone to a city 20 minutes away from us to play indoor putt-putt, and he was taking me back home. To get there we had to go from one interstate to another one, on a very straight on-ramp.
Tim looks over at me, with a cheesy smile on his face, and says...
"I love this on-ramp because it doesn't have any curves. I love you because you do."
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