The Swede took some much-needed, much-deserved lone wolf time at the football stadium tonight, leaving me and ol' Jamie boy at home to make up for lost time. He was in a much better mood than yesterday, when he was cranky about the sheriff arriving back in town with her uncool rules, cramping the bachelor lifestyle to which they had apparently become accustomed. Yes, today he sat at the table with me and ate his dinner without any cajoling, danced and sang with me, rode around on mamma pony, and just melted my heart in general. It was exactly what I'd been missing.
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