Sara is working a sweet, but tough, job, and I am a stay-at-home fiance (read: bum), and she is okay with that.
I can be really uptight, and she is okay with that.
I hog the television during the NBA playoffs, and she is okay with that.
Sara was spoiled growing up and now we have a budget, and she is okay with that.
I am ready to move into our first solo apartment.
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