I beckoned my girlfriend to bed, using my patented finger curl-wink-raised eyebrow-"Hey, seriously, would you please come over here for just a second?" thing that no woman has been able to resist. I held her close, removed this little piece of chicken from my teeth that had been bugging me all day and opened our Census envelope. All week I had longed for this moment when we could declare our love to the State, God and any compilers of statistical information. This was a declaration that, unlike marriage, could not be voided for at least 10 years. This was indeed a...
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