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She was standing in the kitchen preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the tee shirt that she normally slept in.

As he walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, "You've got to make love to me this very moment."

His eyes lit up and he thought to himself, "I'm either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day."

Not wanting to lose the moment, he embraced her and then gave it his all; right there on the kitchen table.

Afterwards she smiled and said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her tee shirt still around her neck.

A little puzzled, he asked, "What was that all about?"

She explained, "The egg timer's broken."
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