He sat upon his favorite chair, his loyal golden retriever at his feet, snoring heavily.
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He sat upon his favorite chair, his loyal golden retriever at his feet, snoring heavily.
From the kitchen, the scent of his beloved wife's chocolate chip cookies emanated throughout the house.
He brought his thumb to his mouth, so he could get some saliva involved in the process of turning the page on his newspaper.
Although focused on the political and sports stories of the day, he'd occasionally take a moment to stop, glance up, and take it all in. He knew he had a wonderful life, and often questioned how he'd come to be so lucky.
Returning to his paper, he began the next story, before pausing.
"Veronica?" He said, projecting towards the kitchen so she could hear over the noise of the oven fan.
"Yes dear?" Came the reply, on a short delay, as though they were doing a TV news interview over some sort of satellite link.
"What is gooning?" He enquired.
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