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A frequent�conversation with The Witch over the past month has gone something like this:
TW: What do you want for our anniversary?
Me:� apos;Spacedapos;
TW: No really, what do you want?

Then last night at work,�I get a phonecall from deep inside the bowels of Wallyworld
TW: Iapos;m getting dog food and kitty-litter.�Did you want Spaced or not?

To be fair, she was trying to come up with something a little more meaninful to celebrate�our first year together, but we be poapos; and sheapos;s�so busy lately�that she has�no time to devote�much attention buying gifts.

The end result is that I am now the proud owner of the best sitcom from across the pond since The Office.

Now I just have to track down a copy of Black Books.

Oh, and in return I�now have to buy her a chain for the black agate pendant I bought her.

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