you're_welcome raze i don't know how many years they've been married now, but they're one of those couples you look at and say, this makes sense. these people fit together like the sweetest puzzle pieces. she says, only half joking, that she wants to be tied to a ceiling fan with razor-sharp blades at her funeral so her dismembered limbs can smack into the faces of mourners while the fruit punch from her veins stains their clothes cherry red, and he sits beside her and smiles and thinks, that's my girl. on their first date, he crossed the border to be with her. she showed him around the city. after she pointed out some historic buildings and places that were important to her, she took him to a park. you know they make the benches uncomfortable on purpose? it's a way to keep people from sleeping on them or sitting for too long. i didn't know they did that. but they do. the two of them watched a homeless man squat in front of a bench he probably slept on anyway. he dropped his pants and took a shit. and while whatever he'd managed to eat that day or the day before leaked out of him after being broken down by the bacteria his body made, she turned to her future husband and said, "welcome to windsor." he's lived here with her ever since. 220208 what's it to you? who go blather from