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Yep, cotton.
Anytime we drive past rows of cotton I always tell Ryan I'd like some "real" cotton. On his way home today he happened to pass some that had blown across the road and actually pulled over and got it for me. I have such a sweet husband, right?
We are pretty silly.
(Also, please not my use of emoticons. I crack myself up with them and Ryan secretly enjoys them too. Even if he won't admit it.)
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