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Senior women, strangers, are approaching me in the grocery store and flirting by asking suggestive questions like, "Where will I find the asparagus?" I know what they are up to and I'm not falling for their obvious infatuations. My bride of 42 years, Attila the Nun—a crazy liberal Democrat—is considering abandoning her hotsy totsy aversion to grocery shopping to accompany me to protect her turf—that's me, Mr. Stud Muffin, from the wily retirement home ladies.
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