There I am, wearing a mauve sweater set and a butterfly belt. My husband is not the guy in the blue shirt leaning toward me, but the man in the blue shirt standing upright and apart. A body language expert could really dig into this. Actually, one of my best friends, Ann (wearing the scarf) was leaning on me and to get in the picture, her husband tilted too. Sounds like baloney with parmasagne, but please believe me.
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