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Luigi my friend who works beside me at the hot counter. You know who I mean. I have mentioned him before. Today we were out in the smoking section and he had a short conversation on his cell with his wife. When he was done I asked him why he didn't tell her he loved her. He sais to me "The first year or two I was with her I told her all the time. Mostly to get in her pants or to get her to blow me. But now, she just knows. I don't have to say it anymore." Poetic.